The Land of Home

The Land of Home

  A secluded corner of Libya's Mediterranean coastline.

A secluded corner of Libya's Mediterranean coastline.


Returning after all these years was a bad idea, I suddenly thought. My family had left in 1979, thirty-three years earlier. This was the chasm that divided the man from the eight-year-old boy I was then. The plane was going to cross the gulf. Surely such journeys were reckless. This one could rob me of a skill that I have worked hard to cultivate: how to live away from places and people I love. Joseph Brodsky was right. So were Nabokov and Conrad. They were artists who never returned. Each had tried, in his own way, to cure himself of his country. What you have left behind has dissolved. Return and you will face the absence or defacement of what you treasured.

— Hisham Matar, The Return


Fathers, Unresolved

Fathers, Unresolved

White Noise

White Noise