Book Review: Embroideries by Marjane Satrapi Quote: I asked him what his work was. He answered that he devoted all his time to his political activities... He was undoubtedly busy with the diplomatic relations between his testicles and women's breast. In an elegant room, there is a gathering of women who after lunch have put their husbands to siesta, Marjane Satrapi then in her twenties is witnessing gossip unfold while she serves tea to her grandmother's friends. Soon she learns of stories of sex, love, betrayal and jokes. Her grandmother a woman I fell in love with in Persepolis, is admirable and scary, and fierce. A woman who has no place for weak-willed, opium addict and thrice-married. An entire book is an act of retelling, now minus the sombre part of their lives. Grandmother recalls how she tried to help a friend fake her virginity on the wedding night and how it turned into a horribly-funny story. Another woman tells how her parents ...
I am a mad-foe, who observes, absorbs and chronicles.