Salwa Al Neimi

The Proof of the Honey

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A bestseller throughout the Arab world, a tribute to sex, eroticism, language and liberty, The Proof of the Honey is a superb celebration of female pleasure. A Syrian scholar working in Paris is invited to contribute to a conference on the subject of classic erotic literature in Arabic. The invitation provides occasion for her to evoke memories from her own life, to exult in her personal liberty, her lovers, her desires, and to revisit moments of shared intimacy with other women as they discuss life, love, and sexual desire. Far more than an erotic novel, The Proof of the Honey is a surprising and illuminating voyage into the history of Arabic literature. Borrowing inspiration from The Thousand and One Nights, erudite asides are woven into the fabric of the protagonist's story and the stories of her lovers. Affirming that “Arabic is the language of sex,” and making desire the source of her own personal liberty, Al Neimi has written a stirring novel about the place afforded sex in modern Arabic society and its relationship to the long, rich tradition of Arabic erotica.
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100 printed pages
Original publication
2009
Publication year
2009
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Quotes

  • Vittoria Riccardihas quoted5 years ago
    Love is for the soul, desire for the body. I have no soul. This idea haunted me before I discovered that there was a time when women were denied a soul.

    When I was young I couldn’t find my soul. When I grew up, I couldn’t be bothered to look for it. “I have no soul”—the sentence became engraved in my memory and I started to live my life through it. I knew that I was body alone, that I possessed nothing else. My body was my intelligence, my consciousness, and my culture. He who desired my body loved me. He who loved my body desired me. This was the only love that I knew, and the rest was literature.
  • Vittoria Riccardihas quoted5 years ago
    We had one rhythm from the beginning. We didn’t need to practice, or tune our instruments. He would be astonished and proclaim his astonishment. I wouldn’t have time to share in his proclamations. My time was dedicated wholly to pleasure. I would fall silent. I would cling to his body and bury my face beneath his armpit and breathe his smell deeply into my chest.
  • Vittoria Riccardihas quoted5 years ago
    My secret vices are no longer secret and I no longer have to be clandestine or to hide the covers of the books.

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