Using diminutive names, such as: “Soso” or “Koba,” Arrabal addresses the leader Joseph Stalin through a long, sarcastic and indignant message, dropping from him the qualities of greatness and deification, so that he returns to a child who deserves rebuke.
Employing his huge and diverse intellectual reserve, Arrabal delves into the details of Stalin’s life, starting from his famous mustache, passing through the women in his life, the spies and henchmen who worked for him, and the poets who immortalized him in weak verses, all the way to his victims, who were many, inside and outside the Soviet Union, and with Therefore, Arrabal does not reveal the sources of his information, nor does he differentiate between facts and fabricated details. He does not seek to present a truly historical document as much as he is interested in formulating a dialectical and moral argument.
Unlike his letter to General Franco, which he sent to the latter while he was alive, writing to a dead dictator may seem like an absurd and useless act, but Arrabal is in fact directing his letter to the living who lived with Stalin, or were influenced by him later, and he is trying in his letter, which seems Closer to a plea in a court; To say: History is unforgettable and cannot be erased.
Love recitation:
The book contains a collection of modern poetic works, written in a smooth and simple style.
I also adopted its title to be comprehensive of the content of the book, in which love mimics most of its content.
lost:
She felt pain as she felt that emotional emptiness, but she did not know the way to escape from her hell yet. When she married her cousin Hassan, hatred and spite pushed her into the arms of her neighbors’ son, Nader. That day, she felt feelings of revenge and revenge for her dignity, but she searched in the new marital home for salvation from... Deadly isolation, she slowly pursues her approach to trap her manager, Dr. Sami. At first, she was thinking about career advancement, but now she seems unconcerned about it. All she dreams of is the chest of a man upon which she lays her tired head, a man who awakens feelings of femininity in her. She has changed a lot with time. She looked closely in the mirror, which brought her back to her reality, as if she had just stepped out of a movie. She began observing those wrinkles that began to appear on her forehead and neck. She smiled sarcastically, before tears rolled down her cheeks and she shouted loudly, “I am nothing, I am useless, I am lost.” Lost.
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