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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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A story is only an outlet for frustrated aspirations, for aspirations which the story-teller conceives in accordance with a limited stock of spiritual resources inherited from previous generations. For Hedayat, neither the clergy nor the monarchy held the hedaya, neither the common man nor the elite intelligentsia; he was at once at odds with not just his country, as many have been quick to conclude, but his era.

The Blind Owl – Canada. While narrated in the first person, there is no unified account here. The narrator is ill, deranged, and taking opium, however, and this account is just as disturbing and only slightly less surreal. I have no doubt that melancholy ingrained in his character led to hedaya suicide, but I also believe that there is an exuberance in his writing that counteracts it. From the bottom of my blinx I desired to surrender myself to the sleep of oblivion.

He too was an adamant Middle Persian hedxyat and Zoroastrianism enthusiast who endlessly romanticized pre-Islamic Persia to the point where the walls of our living room were entirely plastered with color-copied clippings out of Smithsonian magazine, featuring Sasanian plates and Achaemenid relief images.

The Blind Owl – Wikipedia

When night came on I lost the tracks but continued to walk on in the profound darkness, slowly and aimlessly, with no conscious thought in my mind, like a man in a dream. But that was only part of it. He carried an inconsolable loneliness in walking through the world as well as in the artistic rendering of it.

I started to feel spiritless, to put it euphemistically, once the novel was done. Today it is the official language of IranTajikistan and one of the two official languages of Afghanistan. There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker. My father, with a particularly oily smile: The Blind Owl begins darkly: And this is arguably the Iranian condition or 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.


The Blind Owlthough well-constructed, subverts traditional plot; Hedayat’s writing, too, is meant to challenge conventional ‘brilliant’ use of language though, again, that’s hard to fully get in the translation.

Plus, it was his vegetarian tendencies that made a vegetarian out of me. Tellingly, even the aperture in the wall through which he saw the blinnd beautiful girl disappears, blocking him off entirely from his vision.

By using this site, you agree to blnd Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. I had read it. It was a seductive bline even before I understood it. As hedayay, The Blind Owl is a tortured but brave experiment: If only oblivion were attainable, if it could last forever, if my eyes as they closed could gently transcend sleep and dissolve into non-being and I should lose consciousness of my existence for all time to come, if it were possible for my being to dissolve in one drop of ink, in one bar of music, in one ray of colored light, and then these waves and forms were to grow and grow to such infinite size that in the end they faded and disappeared — then I should have attained my desire.

The book was well received in the French literary circles. Back then I was already knee-deep in Woolf, Plath, Sexton, Hemingway, and, hell, Kurt Cobain had just ended his life—suicide had a behemothic allure to me. Views Read Edit View history. Glind requires, at its very least, the closest of multiple readings and, at its very most, conscientious code-breaking dissection.

There are five parts to the novel, the first, third, and closing chapters very short, the other two far more elaborate. It was originally published in heeayat limited edition in Bombayduring Hedayat’s year-long stay there instamped with “Not for sale or publication in Iran. And what is more life-affirming than that?

It is that type of national treasure that elicits the most indeed-blind unconditional ardor. Its first part describes a dream sequence in which the first-person narrator spies, through a window which then disappears, a woman in black under a cypress tree. How many stories about love, copulation, marriage and death already exist, not one of which tells the truth! Bashiri’s translation was revised in and again in Without a clear ‘plot’ and often hallucinatory, The Blind Owl is also anything but a lucid text or story.


Kimberly Dark Swinging Modern Sounds Am I not now writing my own personal piece of fiction? 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.

The Blind Owl

The artist of the first part, Beard notes, is immersed in a platonic love state, given the task of representing his muse, the beautiful young woman who, like an angel, appears at his door only to die in his bed.

The Blind Owl was written during the oppressive latter years of Reza Shah ‘s rule — I had recently picked it up in the reading room and figured it might be a good companion.

This made me want it all the more. Not to mention he raised a pensive, brooding, loner kid who never felt quite at home in her imagined there or her literal here. Porochista Khakpour was born in Tehran and raised in Los Angeles.

La chouette aveugle – France. Law, by Naveed Noori [1] and by Iraj Bashiri Have you read it? And like these contradictions, so existed The Blind Owl, whose biggest challenge, one could assume, was that of audience—many Western literary references were lost on Iranian audiences and many Iranian folkloric descriptions were alien to Western readers, and yet the book held its place among both readerships.

How sick I am of well-constructed plots and brilliant writing! But this made me feel sick for days. However, in order to explain my life to my stooping shadow, I am obliged to tell a story.

These are the same materials that went into the preceding dream.