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Novelists, NGO workers, rock musicians, conservationists,
students, and travel writers track down my email, asking: Would
you please comment on my homework assignment / pamphlet / short
story / funding proposal / haiku / adopted child / photograph of
genuine African mother-in-law? All of the people who do this are
white. Nobody from China asks, nobody from Cuba, nobody black,
blackish, brown, beige, coffee, cappuccino, mulatte. I wrote �SHow
to Write about Africa� as a piss-job, a venting of steam; it was
never supposed to see the light of day. Now people write to ask me
for permission to write about Africa.
In March of 2010, Egyptian newspapers began to report on what has
come to be known as �Sthe hash crisis� (azmat el-hasheesh). According to these accounts, supplies of the extremely popular
marijuana derivative had dried up. The reports speculated as to
the possible causes of the hash crisis, with the state press
claiming that a major drug bust had unraveled a criminal network
and the opposition press linking the crisis to President Hosni
Mubarak's health, internecine rivalries within the Ministry of
Interior, or a strategy to introduce a price hike. Naguib, a
former police officer turned drug dealer, met with Bidoun at the
height of the controversy. Naguib (not his real name) is a slim
and affable man in his mid-thirties from a middle-class
background. He lives in a Cairo suburb with his wife and children.
He spends his leisure time exploring Egypt's deserts and
experimenting with hydroponics, a technique to grow cannabis
indoors.
In Dubai, land of improbable architecture, many of the most
remarkable buildings are shopping malls. There is the Ibn Battuta
Mall, with its themed pavilions, all the glories of the Silk Road
under one colossal roof. There is a gold souk, a spice souk, a
fish souk. There is the Mall of the Emirates, with the gigantic
silver refrigerator that shoots out of it like a surfboard, home
of the Dubai ski lodge.
And then there is the Indian mall in Karama, a sprawling,
semi-enclosed cavalcade of trinkets, gewgaws, and clothes, many of
them made in China to approximate the latest styles in New York.
Most of the merchants here are South Asian.
The choicest real estate at the Indian mall is held by a hip-hop
clothing store called Las Vegas. Which, after you�"ve spent any
time in Dubai, seems to make perfect sense. Adham Alshorafa is the
lord of Las Vegas.
I must have been ten or eleven when I started coming to Cinema
Royal � that was when we moved here from the village. Our house
was right next to the cinema, and by the age of twelve, I was
working here. We screened mostly Indian films for the locals, who
were mainly Armenians, along with some Arabs.
Readership has changed a lot over the last fifteen years. One, the
Cold War is over. Nobody is particularly interested in Mozambique
or Angola or Central America anymore. They�"ve sunk back into the
same position that they were in before the conflicts there, into
obscurity. Many of the regions we covered back in those days hold
no interest anymore. And as you know, print magazines have taken a
heavy hit recently. We have downsized over the years because of
that. We no longer have the budget to send reporters to various
arcane locations throughout the world.
Stapled and printed on newsprint, Coagula looked exactly
like what it was: a scurrilous gossip rag, a thorn in the side of
the art world's sacred cows and a salve to the sanctimony of
institutional art. The ink from its garishly full-color covers
often came off on your hands. Coagula's print run was a
healthy twelve thousand; its readership far exceeded that number.
Since the only way of obtaining a copy was an excursion to one of
LA's dull cultural meccas � which, at that time, were almost all
inconveniently located in corporate downtown or the far-off west
side � the magazine passed hand-to-hand between artists�"
apartments, like samizdat.
Founded in 1874 as a bucolic training ground for Sunday school
teachers, the institution became the first American correspondence
school, offering lessons on a vast range of topics and conferring
degrees by mail. Families and religious groups made the trek to
Chautauqua, way upstate in the Finger Lakes region of New York,
overwhelming the institution's limited lodgings for weekend
seminars and workshops. Unaffiliated �SChautauquas� started
popping up across the United States, and with them grew an
informal circuit of poets, essayists, explorers, magicians, and
gurus, as well as reams of flyers, posters, and pamphlets produced
to promote them. The University of Iowa maintains a library of
these advertisements, and, in addition to being an old-school look
at the art of infotainment, they also serve as an index of
stratagems for selling the self.
Bidoun Updates
Letter
Previews
Collection
The Bead Thief
Fatima Al Qadiri
Profile
Mohamed Soueid
Kaelen Wilson-Goldie
Work in Progress
Elad Lassry
Aram Moshayedi
Amir Mogharabi
Kevin McGarry
Bazaar
Don�"t Believe the Hypernova
This Brand is Your Brand
Babak Radboy
With Sophia Al-Maria, Shumon Basar, Nelson Harst, Parag Khanna,
Tiffany Malakooti, Andy Pressman, Babak Radboy, Michael C. Vazquez
How's Business?
Language instructor, Cairo
Manager, Pehlevan tightrope troupe, Makhachkala, Dagestan
Writer, New York City
Hypnotherapist, The Third Eye, Dubai
Owner, Satsuma Imports, Los Angeles
Green cemetery owner/operator, Huntsville, Texas
Police officer turned hash dealer, Cairo
Proprietor, Shabbir Pasha Steel Traders, Bangalore, India
Project manager, Dyncorp, Kandahar, Afghanistan
King of Koshary, Cairo
Owner, Las Vegas clothing store, Dubai, UAE
Tropical fish dealer, Bangalore, India
Manager, Cinema Royal, Beirut
Owner, El Asira, Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Magazine Bazaar
Soldier of Fortune
Coagula
Underground Focus
Haunted Attraction
How to Write About Africa II: the Revenge
Binyavanga Wainaina
Have Pamphlet, Will Travel
Gary Dauphin
Film
Ashlaa / In Pieces
Sean Gullette
Apocalypse Avatar
Gary Dauphin
Exhibitions
Shopping Malls
Sarah Rifky
The Storyteller
Murtaza Vali
The Whitney Biennial
Zachary Hooker
Mike Nelson
Media Farzin
Ahmet �güt
Jennifer Krasinski
Home Works 5
Kaelen Wilson-Goldie
Yto Barrada and Etel Adnan
Kaelen Wilson-Goldie
Adam Broomberg and Oliver Chanarin
Tom Francis
Books
Show and Tell
Sam Thorne
Folding the Tents / Drumbeats
Ursula Lindsey
The Strong Horse
Issandr El Amrani
White Masks
Suzy Hansen
How to Wreck a Nice Beach
Alexander Provan
Untitled Tracks
Alexander Provan
Short Takes
Sorry I missed your calls last week, I was at a haunted house
convention. Haunted Attraction was started going on sixteen years
ago by two gentlemen, Leonard Pickel and Oliver Holler. I took
over the magazine a year ago last April. I was interested in
starting up my own haunted house, so I subscribed to […]