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. Hedayat’s Ivory Tower: Structural Analysis of The Blind Owl. A working In an effort to understand the works of Sadeq Hedayat better; in fact, to gain an. Indeed The Blind Owl barely needs introducing—it’s the most famous Persian novel in Iran and the West (U.S. and Europe), and Hedayat is.

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From the bottom of my heart I desired to surrender myself to the sleep of oblivion. At the beginning the narrator admits: It is that type of national treasure herayat elicits the most indeed-blind unconditional ardor.

And this is arguably the Iranian condition glind at least its modern condition, that the left and right of Iran always feared to face—a nation of constant conquest, perpetual displacement, and exile, a country of homeland seekers with a destination only in their ancient past.

His confessions do not follow a linear progression of events and often repeat and layer themselves thematically, thus lending to the open-ended nature of interpretation of the story. Orthofer3 November The narrator does describes scenes from his life, ranging from singular impressions that haunt him, as in the brilliant vision of a great beauty offering an old man a morning glory that he sees while peering through a small hole in the wall, to more extended descriptions of his loveless marriage or his parents including the outrageous test his mother demanded his father and his father’s hrdayat subject themselves to.

Neshat Esfahani Abbas Foroughi Bastami — How sick I hedayaf of well-constructed plots and brilliant writing!

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 handing on from one generation to the next. My teenage years could be characterized by obsessions with all sorts of things I knew nothing about, and The Blind Owl was no exception.

Eyes downcast, fidgeting, silence. And then the part of me that believed I would get over this wanted everyone to know about this breathtaking novel bpind had, over many personal peaks and valleys, grown to mean the world to me. Was it simply the gore that made it unacceptable to the establishment?


The Blind Owl

I was determined to get my hands on our copy. Today it is the official language of IranTajikistan and one of the two official languages of Afghanistan. The long form, it has always seemed to me, has the power to really shelter you, keep you covered and protected for several years, and so in that era, for the first time in my life, I experienced no fear.

His account is an attempt at reaching self-knowledge — “Life is nothing but a fiction, a mere story”, after all, so perhaps if he can tell the right story the right way he’ll find the sought-after insight. Tellingly, even the aperture in the wall through which he saw the indescribably beautiful girl disappears, blocking him off entirely from his vision. This made me want it all the more. The complete review ‘s Review:.

The Blind Owl – Sadegh Hedayat

It was originally published in a limited edition in Bombayduring Hedayat’s year-long stay there instamped with “Not vlind sale or publication in Iran. It was a perfect companion. Die blinde Eule – Deutschland. Kimberly Dark Swinging Modern Sounds For other uses, see Blind Owl disambiguation.

Novelistic prose did not really exist in Persian before the twentieth century, and whereas the early Iranian novels were blimd novels written by academics kwl intellectuals, this was something altogether different from even its different status as a novel.

The most dismal side of me could think of no other author, no other work, to jinx myself with. I had no idea in what direction I was going. While narrated in the first person, there is no unified account here. Is it about a blind owl?

The Blind Owl – Wikipedia

We are left alone, very alone, to read unlike we have ever read before. I thought about announcing anemically at dinner that after fifteen years of wondering, I finally knew. Mahmud Saba Kashani — The Blind Owl begins darkly: It was the most disturbing thing I had read and I had read many disturbing things by then; I was deeply attracted uedayat them, in fact.


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. Similarly the illustrative quotes chosen here are merely those the complete review subjectively believes represent the tenor and heedayat of the review as a whole.

And then the moment I went to college and wol all about it, suddenly one summer break when I was home, my father brought me a copy, an English translation. He was the Iranian nationalist who, fed up with the corruptions of church and state alike, was perpetually looking westward; he was also the 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.

I have no doubt that melancholy ingrained in his character led to his suicide, but I also believe that there is an exuberance in his writing that counteracts it. Since she had gone, since I had seen those great eyes amid a mass of coagulated blood, I had felt that I was walking in a profound darkness which had completely enshrouded my life.

The narrator seeks escape: I never told anyone I had read it. We acknowledge and remind and warn you that they may, in fact, be entirely unrepresentative of the actual reviews by any other measure. For thousands of years people have been saying the same words, performing the same sexual act, vexing themselves with the same childish worries.

Tulaylay under the title Bulag na Kuwago. Vahshi Bafqi — ‘Orfi Shirazi. After all, I came to see myself as not a successor or descendent even, but as a child of Hedayat—and almost literally, as my father had more than a few similarities with Hedayat.

Perhaps the very prose, coupled with its fabled notoriety, has made it an essential literary hand-me-down in Iran.