My Friends From the Pulitzer-prize winning author of THE RETURN
An intensely moving novel about three friends living in political exile and the emotional homeland that deep friendships can provide - from the Booker-shortlisted, Pulitzer prize-winning author of THE RETURN Khaled and Mustafa meet at university in Edinburgh: two Libyan eighteen-year-olds expecting to return home after their studies. In a moment of recklessness and courage, they travel to London to join a demonstration in front of the Libyan embassy. When government officials open fire on protestors in broad daylight, both friends are wounded, and their lives forever changed. Over the years that follow, Khaled, Mustafa and their friend Hosam, a writer, are bound together by their shared history. If friendship is a space to inhabit, theirs becomes small and inhospitable when a revolution in Libya forces them to choose between the lives they have created in London and the lives they left behind. 'MY FRIENDS is a brilliant novel about innocence and experience, about friendship, family and exile. It makes clear, once more, that Hisham Matar is a supremely talented novelist.' COLM TOIBIN 'I have always admired Matar's tender and compassionate but equally strong and compelling voice' ELIF SHAFAK 'It is impossible to describe the profound depth and beauty of this book. MY FRIENDS is a breathtaking novel, every page a miracle and an affirmation. Hisham is one of our greatest writers, how lucky we are to be in his midst.' MAAZA MENGISTE, author of THE SHADOW KING
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Marion@mariorugu
A book about Libyans in exile, their lives during the Qadaffi regime to the fall of the dictatorship. It’s historical fiction centered around the incident that occurred in the UK when Libyan students were shot for protesting infront of the embassy https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/politics/1984/04/18/libyan-embassy-gunman-hits-crowd/fb71f029-9760-422d-8ce7-ac30e97e909e/
Highlights

Marion@mariorugu
Arab Spring, a temporary state but one that knew no bounds or borders, a condition as much for the heart as it was for parliament, and one belonging to nature, to the eternal cycle of the seasons, confirming what I have always secretly believed: that as sure as blossom, freedom would come, and, even though winter is just as certain, it can never last.