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I have ancient land inside of me. Inside of me, there is a river. In fact, rivers. Inside of me, the Euphrates and the Tigris and the Nile converge to meet the pebbles of Brighton Beach, where my mother taught me the pure pleasure of a 99p Flake. Whoever said nature is still has not borne witness to the migration of the seasons. In this striking exploration of identity and place, Dalia Al-Dujaili considers what it means to belong in your land. Tracing the rich heritage of both the oak and the date palm, Iraqi marshes and Loch Ness monsters, Al-Dujaili marries Arab and Islamic mythology with the English and Christian pastoral. She draws from a rich array of sources to consider in a new light the communal lush, wild - and at times, dark - places we share. A love song to Britain, Iraq and the body of earth we hold in common, Babylon, Albion is an urgent reimaging of what it means to be native. |
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