
Jacob, Menahem, and Mimoun delves into Marcel Benabou's uncommon family history while reflecting on the mysteries of memory, the past, and writing. Born in Morocco in 1939 to a Jewish family, Benabou left his home at age seventeen to study ancient history in Paris.Benabou's memoir returns to his childhood in Morocco -- to his parents, their home, and the Jewish community iJacob, Menahem, and Mimoun delves into Marcel Benabou's uncommon family history while reflecting on the mysteries of memory, the past, and writing. Born in Morocco in 1939 to a Jewish family, Benabou left his home at age seventeen to study ancient history in Paris.Benabou's memoir returns to his childhood in Morocco -- to his parents, their home, and the Jewish community in Meknes. At the same time he accounts for all that has changed, including his very different life in Paris and the disappearance of the world of his childhood. He notes how he has turned from his family's wish that he become a rabbi to his absorption, as an adult, in several millennia of secular literature. And he worries about how his "family epic" -- an epic meant to include the history of Morocco's Jews -- has become a book about himself and his inability to write the great book he has long imagined -- the book one owes oneself and the world. The impossibility of fully recovering the past hovers over his memories. And the impossibility of writing a book about that past is also there -- an impossibility that Benabou acknowledges, delineates, and, in a real if also provisional sense, transcends. In his inspired attention to that impossibility, Benabou has written a book that transforms absence into presence and the past into rich matter for the present....
Title | : | Jacob, Menahem, and Mimoun: A Family Epic |
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ISBN | : | 9780803212855 |
Format Type | : | Hardcover |
Number of Pages | : | 224 Pages |
Status | : | Available For Download |
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Jacob, Menahem, and Mimoun: A Family Epic Reviews
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This book illuminates a lost world, in North Africa's multi-cultural Morocco, between the World wars. One could say that the author ended up in France, nostalgic for the land he'd left behind, but only because he'd been French educated, and had options. Benabou's family were wanderers of the Jewish Diaspora, whose settlements seemed perpetually destined to be temporary, though their presence always contributed some progressive ingredient in the countries where they stay for a generation, or two or three or four.Unfortunately I've loaned my copy so I cannot quote any of the passages but the author does justice to the family, era and vanished realm he remembers, from his lonely library in Paris as a professor of even more ancient history.