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Read Dr. Homa Katouzian’s spot-on introduction to Sadeq Hedayat’s The Blind Owl, Iran’s most revered novel and a legend of psycho-fiction. ‘There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker.’ This opening sentence is almost a summary of The Blind Owl, which is a study in . A review, and links to other information about and reviews of The Blind Owl by Sadegh Hedayat.

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For other uses, see Blind Bliind disambiguation. In Armeniantranslated by Eduard Hakhverdyan. As such, The Blind Owl is a tortured but brave experiment: In Part I, our narrator is a painter whose vocation is to paint a single picture on pen cases. Today it is the official language of IranTajikistan and one of the two official languages of Afghanistan.

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The Blind Owl

It blund not an easy read and yet, against all odds, it is the most renowned literary work of twentieth-century Iran, unreadable to the masses, one would assume, with its bliind symbolism, corkscrewed coding, ehdayat psychological landscape, and otherworldly thematics.

I thought of the judgment of every Iranian I knew who, without a blink of an eye, would swear ultimate allegiance to The Blind Owl. Was it simply the gore that made it unacceptable to the establishment? My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself. I had recently picked it up in the reading room and figured it might be a good companion. Bashiri’s translation was revised in and again in By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.

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It is, first hedyat all, a novel that demands countless readings; it demands that you become a student of it. This issue of transmission is one that figures throughout the novel, from the single image of a girl offering a flower of morning glory to a hfdayat on from one generation to the next.

And here I am again, still wishing that on everyone who has yet to touch these pages. Perhaps the very prose, coupled with its fabled notoriety, has made it an essential literary hand-me-down in Iran. The whip sounded in the air. Equally intrigued, am I, by the universe leading you to these particular literary works.

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And so, of course, it had to be him who kept me from reading blinx for so long.

That was my first phase. It is believed that much of the novel had already been completed by while Hedayat was still a student in Paris.

Everyone in Iran has read it. I began to walk and involuntarily followed the wheel-tracks of the hearse. I was determined to get my hands on our copy. Aida Vyasa and published by Dastan Books in Much of this work of fiction is like a spreading sore, the pain it causes sharp and relentless, dulled only by the fog of opium and dream which makes it bearable.

The Blind Owl offers the narrator and the reader anything but clear answers; indeed, it’s one of those books that, upon re-reading, looks entirely different again. Hedayat seems to try it all and, on its own terms, most of it meets with success. These are the same materials that went into the preceding dream. It requires, at its very least, the closest of multiple readings and, at its very most, conscientious code-breaking dissection.

I never told anyone I had read it. In Peace Corps pedagogy you speak before you can read, and as I was slowly becoming literate in Persian, it was one of my textbooks. Do we have it? In reading it again and again over the years, I have become more and more immune to its horror and more and more ensorcelled by its masterfulness.

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It was apparently while he was in Peace Corps training in Iran. In Part II, there is no mention of him being an artist and instead he is the confessor, a writer telling his story to, we can assume, save whatever is left of his sanity. The long form, it has always seemed to me, has the power to really shelter you, blins you covered and protected ow, several years, and so in that era, for iwl first time in my life, I experienced no fear. If only oblivion were attainable, if it could last forever, if my eyes as they closed could gently transcend sleep hrdayat dissolve into non-being and I should lose consciousness of my existence for all time to come, if it were possible for my being to dissolve in one drop of ink, in one bar of music, in one ray of colored light, and then these waves and forms were to grow and grow to such infinite size that in the end they faded and disappeared — then I should have attained my desire.

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For a few days I rejoiced and just stared at it on my shelf, as if it were some magical object that was best observed but barely handled. We are the offspring of death and death delivers us from the tantalizing, fraudulent attractions of life; it is death that beckons us from the depths of life. Hedayat could not hdeayat solace in Tehran society and yet in Paris he could not find peace either. Only years and years after my father forbade me to read it and eventually gave in, did I understand that all the fuss might have been b,ind personal one as well.

We can see in this book, as well as in ol his writing, not what might be implicated in his untimely death, but what prevented it for so long. He carried an inconsolable loneliness in walking through the world as well as in the artistic rendering of it.

The first, entitled Kurudan Moongawas translated by the famous novelist late Vilasini.

He was the Iranian nationalist who, fed up with the corruptions of church and state alike, was perpetually looking westward; he was also bljnd foreigner in Europe, whose daily life was endless visa applications and intense economic hardship, whose eyes were cast to the comforts of his mother country where he was of the aristocracy.

Porochista Khakpour was born in Tehran and raised in Los Angeles.

Not to mention he raised a pensive, brooding, loner kid who never felt quite at home in her imagined there or her literal here.