She was born in 1931, the youngest of seven, raised on a goat's milk, and stubborn from the start. By the time she was done, she had sat in a military prison, earned a doctorate from the University of London, married an Indian anthropologist against her family's wishes, and watched the world she grew up in disappear.
Goat Milk and Roses is the memoir of an Iraqi woman who came of age in the last years of the monarchy — moving between Karbala, Hilla, Samarra, Najaf, Ba'quba, and Baghdad as her father's government postings carried the family across the country. She writes of the Jewish doctor in Hilla whose kindness she never forgot, of carrier-pigeon sparrows sent over the Euphrates with anti-British slogans, of hiding Communist pamphlets inside a history textbook, of twelve days in a women's prison, of the dean who told her she was living in an idealistic world. She writes of London in the mid-1950s — the soot-blackened buildings, Canterbury Hall, SOAS, a Trafalgar Square rally where Aneurin Bevan said exactly what needed saying — and of the three years she spent with the medieval essayist al-Jahiz, whose ninth-century wit she found entirely contemporary.
What she describes — a Baghdad where Sunni and Shi'a families named their children after each other's saints, where the wall of the Muslim school and the wall of the Jewish school shared the same air, where the pluralism felt unremarkable because it simply was — no longer exists. This book is a record of it, rendered from the inside, with the unsentimental precision of a woman who was too busy living it to mistake it for paradise, and who knows, at this distance, exactly what was lost.
Written with warmth, dry wit, and total honesty, Goat Milk and Roses is a memoir about education and defiance, about cities that shape you and politics that try to break you, about the specific price of holding on to your own judgment — and about what it means to carry a vanished world within you for the rest of your life.
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. She was born in 1931, the youngest of seven, raised on a goat's milk, and stubborn from the start. By the time she was done, she had sat in a military prison, earned a doctorate from the University of London, married an Indian anthropologist against her family's wishes, and watched the world she grew up in disappear.Goat Milk and Roses is the memoir of an Iraqi woman who came of age in the last years of the monarchy - moving between Karbala, Hilla, Samarra, Najaf, Ba'quba, and Baghdad as her father's government postings carried the family across the country. She writes of the Jewish doctor in Hilla whose kindness she never forgot, of carrier-pigeon sparrows sent over the Euphrates with anti-British slogans, of hiding Communist pamphlets inside a history textbook, of twelve days in a women's prison, of the dean who told her she was living in an idealistic world. She writes of London in the mid-1950s - the soot-blackened buildings, Canterbury Hall, SOAS, a Trafalgar Square rally where Aneurin Bevan said exactly what needed saying - and of the three years she spent with the medieval essayist al-Jahiz, whose ninth-century wit she found entirely contemporary.What she describes - a Baghdad where Sunni and Shi'a families named their children after each other's saints, where the wall of the Muslim school and the wall of the Jewish school shared the same air, where the pluralism felt unremarkable because it simply was - no longer exists. This book is a record of it, rendered from the inside, with the unsentimental precision of a woman who was too busy living it to mistake it for paradise, and who knows, at this distance, exactly what was lost.Written with warmth, dry wit, and total honesty, Goat Milk and Roses is a memoir about education and defiance, about cities that shape you and politics that try to break you, about the specific price of holding on to your own judgment - and about what it means to carry a vanished world within you for the rest of your life. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798195644468
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. She was born in 1931, the youngest of seven, raised on a goat's milk, and stubborn from the start. By the time she was done, she had sat in a military prison, earned a doctorate from the University of London, married an Indian anthropologist against her family's wishes, and watched the world she grew up in disappear.Goat Milk and Roses is the memoir of an Iraqi woman who came of age in the last years of the monarchy - moving between Karbala, Hilla, Samarra, Najaf, Ba'quba, and Baghdad as her father's government postings carried the family across the country. She writes of the Jewish doctor in Hilla whose kindness she never forgot, of carrier-pigeon sparrows sent over the Euphrates with anti-British slogans, of hiding Communist pamphlets inside a history textbook, of twelve days in a women's prison, of the dean who told her she was living in an idealistic world. She writes of London in the mid-1950s - the soot-blackened buildings, Canterbury Hall, SOAS, a Trafalgar Square rally where Aneurin Bevan said exactly what needed saying - and of the three years she spent with the medieval essayist al-Jahiz, whose ninth-century wit she found entirely contemporary.What she describes - a Baghdad where Sunni and Shi'a families named their children after each other's saints, where the wall of the Muslim school and the wall of the Jewish school shared the same air, where the pluralism felt unremarkable because it simply was - no longer exists. This book is a record of it, rendered from the inside, with the unsentimental precision of a woman who was too busy living it to mistake it for paradise, and who knows, at this distance, exactly what was lost.Written with warmth, dry wit, and total honesty, Goat Milk and Roses is a memoir about education and defiance, about cities that shape you and politics that try to break you, about the specific price of holding on to your own judgment - and about what it means to carry a vanished world within you for the rest of your life. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798195644468
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