6 World Literature Today photo : michael camilleri notebook H istory and modernity meet in Marrakech. Ancient mosques loom over new museums, and twisted alleyways lead to vibrant souks in this city whose names include “the Ochre City” and “Land of God.” And with its snowcapped Atlas Mountains, and foothills, and its proximity to the Sahara Desert, Marrakech is an example of striking topological variation. The city’s history dates back to the Roman era, when Roman legions clashed with the Kingdom of Mauretania in 40 bce. The kingdom grew with the fall of the Roman Empire, and by the Middle Ages, various dynasties built edifices that still stand today in this city whittled by holy wars, colonization, and imperialism. With a population nearing one million, Marrakech is now a cultural center and microcosm for Morocco itself. Cultural variation is most apparent at Djemaa el Fna, one of the busiest market squares in Africa and the world. Artisans sell their crafts by day, and acrobats, storytellers, dancers, and musicians populate the Ochre City by night. It is in this market that the storyteller in Tahar Ben Jelloun ’s The Sand Child tells the story of Ahmed, an eighth daughter raised as a male. This cultural oasis has long been attractive to free spirits of the Western world wishing to slough off old selves and search for alternate spiritualities. Esther Freud explores this desire in Hideous Kinky, a novel in which a London mother uproots her two children and moves to Marrakech. Set in the early 1970s, the novel was made into a 1998 film. More recently, the city has become the venue for the Marrakech Biennale (www.marrakechbiennale.org). Begun in 2005 and run by the AiM Association, the biennale is a trilingual (Arabic, English, French) festival focusing on contemporary art, film, and literature. – Kayley Gillespie an invigorating wash in ten liters of water. (My showers in New York consume more than two hundred liters.) The best part of the day is when the work is done and the stars come out. When there is no moon, they blaze. When the moon is full, it is almost as light as day on the hillside, and the snakes are in their holes. I have often felt at ease and wholly happy at such moments—especially once I had a desk in my tent and could write at it from the warm light of a lantern. Of course the atmosphere of the next Piet Barol book is very different from the European glamor and luxury of History of a Pleasure Seeker. WLT: You set the novel in 1907, and we’ve read that you wrote it by hand. Yet you have also developed an app for iPhones to supplement the book, which is on its way to becoming a television show. Do you consider yourself old-fashioned or modern? RM: My allegiance is to the story and the best way to tell it. Inspired by the briskness and feeling in Irène Némirovsky’s Suite Française, I decided to write History of a Pleasure Seeker by hand. Many modern novels, including some I have written, are too long, in my opinion, because the word processor encourages wordiness. They are also over-perfectified, because infinite alteration is possible on a machine. I wanted to make a story by hand; to make it short and rich and capable of transporting its audience to a world they had not yet imagined. As I wrote History of a Pleasure Seeker, I remembered what William Morris said: “There is hope in honest error. None in the icy perfections of the mere stylist.” As for the rapp (reading application ), ask me about it in November. April 2012 Editorial note: To learn more about Project Lulutho, visit www.lulutho.org. Books to Read Tahar Ben Jelloun, The Sand Child, tr. Alan Sheridan (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1987) Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (Penguin, 2006) Elias Canetti, The Voices of Marrakesh: A Record of a Visit, tr. J. A. Underwood (Penguin Classics, 2012) Esther Freud, Hideous Kinky (Ecco Press, 1992) Diane Johnson, Lulu in Marrakech (Dutton, 2008) Joydeep Roy-Bhattacharya, The Storyteller of Marrakesh: A Novel (Norton, 2011) Literature in...