March 29, 2010 § Leave a comment
This review appeared in the Independent.
Abdulrahman Zeitoun was born in Jebleh, on Syria’s Mediterranean coast. Decades later and thousand of miles away he awakes from dreaming of a fishing expedition out of his childhood home: “Beside him he could hear his wife Kathy breathing, her exhalations not unlike the shushing of water against the hull of a wooden boat.” As so often in Dave Eggers’s latest novel, the docudrama “Zeitoun”, a caught image opens a window on an ocean of memory and a state of mind.
Zeitoun now lives in New Orleans, where he runs a painting and building company and owns several buildings. He’s a dedicated businessman, father, husband, and Muslim. His painter’s van is emblazoned with a rainbow, which Zeitoun soon discovers has gay associations for Americans. But he doesn’t change it. “Anyone who had a problem with rainbows, he said, would surely have trouble with Islam.”
Kathy, practical and strong-willed, was brought up a Baptist in Baton Rouge. Attracted by “the doubt sown into the faith” and “the sense of dignity embodied by the Muslim women she knew,” she converted to Islam after her failed first marriage. Some years later she married the much older Zeitoun. Eggers describes their domestic bustle and warmth, and their personal irritations. For Zeitoun, these include his children’s wastefulness and obsession with pop music, and his alienation in a family of women. Kathy is bothered by Zeitoun’s stubbornness and her own family’s Islamophobic nagging.
As Hurricane Katrina barrels towards New Orleans, Kathy drives her daughters to her family in Baton Rouge, then escapes this tense atmosphere to friends in Arizona. Zeitoun stays at home, first to look after his property and tenants, and then because he feels he’s needed. His silent canoe is more effective than the armed motor boats whose noise drowns out calls for help. He rescues elderly residents from their attics and feeds abandoned puppies. The authorities, on the other hand, shoot puppies – prompting Zeitoun to wonder if “perhaps something had changed irrevocably. That this was considered a sane or even human option signalled that all reason had left this place.”
Eggers uses Zeitoun’s eyes to report on America’s reasonless post-Katrina world, offering a counterpoint to media portraits of “third world” chaos (there were many poor black victims) and Mayor Nagin’s “animalistic state” comment. On the community level there is kindness, common sense and solidarity. Neighbours and strangers of all ages and ethnicities pull together to do what they can. As far as Zeitoun can see, the unreason comes from the state.
Zeitoun is on the porch of his own building when he is apprehended by uniformed armed men. He is then locked up for 23 hours a day and given (religiously forbidden) pork to eat. He meets people arrested for carrying their own property, or for complaining. The state’s ‘guilty until proven innocent’ attitude is particularly dangerous for the Arab-Muslim Zeitoun. “You’re al-Qa’ida,” he is told, presumably because the Syrian friend arrested with him is carrying a bag of cash (Middle Easterners rarely trust banks). Zeitoun is transferred to Elayn Hunt Correctional Centre and into a Guantanamo-style orange jumpsuit. For a month he is refused a phone call. Kathy assumes her husband is dead.
Bush-era America’s response to Katrina mirrors the failures of the Iraq occupation: there is the same reliance on big but useless technology; sensationalist media coverage and tooled-up security are both overdone, while rescue and reconstruction work are hardly done at all. Mercenaries, including Blackwater (of Iraqi notoriety) and the Israeli organisation Instinctive Shooting International, prowl the flooded streets. The first prison Zeitoun experiences was built, almost overnight, at the city bus station – a great work of organised effort – while stranded citizens died of thirst. Following Abdulrahman’s release, a trailer home is provided to the Zeitouns (whose home is terribly damaged), but the trailer’s key never turns up.
Back to Jebleh. After two days clinging to a barrel on a stormy sea, Zeitoun’s father ordered his children to spend their lives on land. But Zeitoun is drawn to water, working as a fisherman and sailor, exploring the continents. His older brother becomes a world champion ocean swimmer. Throughout the novel water represents freedom and borderless space, contrasting with Zeitoun’s American confinement.
Reminiscent of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s documentaries, this is a true story told with the skills of a master of fiction. It’s an immensely readable account of ordinary people struggling through extraordinary circumstances, as well as a commentary on the strains put on a genuinely multi-cultural society by corporatised welfare and militarised nationalism. A political text or straight journalism would not have brought out the human dimension, but here are fantasies, fears, verbal tics, textured relationships and subtle timbres of mood. This could only be achieved in the holistic novel form.