My End is My Beginning: A wild sci-fi ride at the end of the world – Middle East Eye

My End is My Beginning, the late long-time PEN International vice-president Moris Farhis swansong, is a paean to freedom of expression and vigilance in the face of authoritarianism, that makes compelling reading for these troubled times.

The award-winning Turkish born author, who died in 2019, was a larger than life, big-hearted man who especially championed persecuted writers and migrants, and his personality shines through in the central character of Oric, the writer-hero whose journaling keeps him sane in an insane world.

The imagined future world like all great sci-fi is in fact quite current, in these strange pandemic days. Fortuitously, my journey through Farhisbook coincided with the death of my television, and his last literary testament to the highs and lows of being human became both a replacement for and an antidote to the awful state of current affairs.

In it Oric and his female soulmate Belkis are part of a league of do-gooding globe trotters (one-part PEN Internationalists, one-part Samaritans, one-part covert operatives practising radical secular humanism) calleddolphineroswho, when they die, transform into immortalleviathans. In fact, the author seems enamoured of oceanic references and anything connected to the sea evokes an imagined purity.

The pair are up against tyrannicalsaviours - autocratic leaders who usebig lies,surveillance and repression to control the masses. The arch-villains are the Grand Mufti - a fantasia of various Islamistbad guys, leaning towards Irans supreme leader - and Numen, a dictator who could be Putin, Trump or some sort of evil hybrid of both.

The work begins on an apocalyptic note: Today the suns axis shifted. Its marigold luminosity fell into thick Arctic darkness.

A temporary union between Numen and the Grand Mufti is described by propagandists as ushering in a new age of enlightenment, while many pundits intimate that this aspiration conceals a new dark age as its main agenda, namely the degradation of Numens subjects into lotus-eaters and the Grand Muftis into theoleptics.

There seems to be an allusion here to a kind of dystopian version of the Imam Mahdi and even to Brexit as the enlightenedleviathanssing the EU's adopted anthem,Beethovens Ode to Joy.

In a slightly pre-woke right on world that one could easily imagine taking shape at one of Farhis legendary dinner parties in the British seaside town of Hove, codes emerge for current-day futurisms. Pinkiesare the new secret police and the likes of Rumi, Goya, Galileo, Neruda and Akhmatovaare invoked as ascended masters.

When Belkis is killed by the Saviours' minions, Oric purges his survivors guilt by keeping up the good fight while dodging dangers around the world as a kind of superhero of secular liberalism and champion of borderless pluralism.

Born in Ankara in 1935 to a mother from Salonica, who later lost her extended family in the Holocaust, and a Bulgarian Turkish-born Sephardi father, Farhi moved to the UK at age 19 and graduated from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (RADA) in 1956.

After a brief stint as an actor, he went on to a career as a screenwriter, poet and author who served as vice-President of PEN International the worldwide association that champions freedom of expression and advocates for persecuted writers - from 2001 until his passing. His colourful life was dedicated to fighting injustice and helping others; the book often reads like autobiographical fantasy, with his family history merging with sci-fi dystopias.

Its almost as if the TV news dropped acid and lay down with the Old Testament, and then set out on a honeymoon organised by Amnesty International and James Bond

But is it a book?A screenplay in waiting? Or a phantasmagorically long version of poet Allen Ginsbergshallucinatory epic Howl, time travelled to 2020?

Its almost as if the TV news dropped acid and lay down with the Old Testament, and then set out on a honeymoon organised by Amnesty International and James Bond (the actor turned writer actually appeared in two 007 films as a gypsy in 1963sFrom Russia With Loveand as a control room technician in 1967sYou Only LiveTwice).

Some of the chapters could certainly be imagined as episodes ofDoctor Who the British sci-fi tv show that a young Farhi wrote for briefly in the 60s. Or even of Return of the Saint the late 70s British television programme (a re-hash of the 1960s series called The Saint starring Roger Moore) that he also contributed to - about a mysterious, independently wealthy humanitarian who travelled the world helping strangers.

The chapters read like human rights travelogues with details of scenery and food described alongside abuses - ranging from the plight of the Uyghurs in China todomestic workers in Saudi Arabia to rescuing activists from a repressive Honduran regime backed by drug lords.

One senses that the well-travelled author is keen to show both the joys and the dangers of this world, an admirable effort but one that often feels like a hard-hitting political documentary married to a travel show hosted by a secret agent - a bewilderingly beautiful pastiche.

While Farhileaves no stone unturned in his lexicon of liberal causes,there is a certain bias evidenced throughout. While migrants are celebrated as downtrodden brothers, suicide bombers are death worshippers and Israel/Palestine receives but a brief mention.

The evils of sharia law are extolled, but there are no rescue missions to liberate Palestinian activists from Israeli dungeons. In one scene, the political union between Numen and the Grand Mufti is described as a kind of conspiracy between extremist Christians and Muslims to wipe out the Jews - rather the opposite of current Christian-Zionist-Trumpian doctrine.

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The Grand Mufti affirms, through his interpreter, that hes ready for Armageddon, ready to emerge as al Mahdi, the twelfth Imam and Prophets successor. Thereafter both he and Numen will syncretise their orthodoxies into the true religion humankind craves. To achieve this they will first extirpate the apostate creed, Judaism, that has poisoned humanity

Although its hard to tell exactly which country or countries Numen rules; in some chapters it seems to be Israel/Palestine. In one, Farhi recounts a scene at a train station that could be Tel Aviv, where soldiers return from fighting terrorists.

The terrorists,he writes, are the large indigenous minority in our eastern provinces. Numen condemned them to ethnic cleansing for campaigning for an autonomous canton. where they can speak their own language and pursue their own culture. To date the conflict has claimed thousands of lives on both sides. Lately Numen has intensified the hostilities.

In the same chapter he writes of liberals shipped to labour camps and the mothers of the disappeared. Could this be code for the secular Zionist dream/nightmare? Or could he be alluding to Putins Russian and Chechen rebels?

While many chapters are extremely specific like the one calledPax Mundiabout a kind ofUp with People style cross-cultural musical jubilee in a right-wing Hungary where theRomaand migrants are persecuted (just barely prescient asOrbanvirtually declares himself supreme leader), the exact location of Numens land is rather vague, perhaps a deliberate technique that indicates the global pandemic of state repression.

One chapter recounts an odd kind of speakers corner (which perhaps suggests, as in Orwells 1984, todays UK) controlled by secret police who scare away true dissidents but allow the likes of jihadists, Christian evangelicals and Messianic Jews to offer their strange opium to the masses. While Farhi writes of Numens yes-men inhabiting a suburban landscape ofchlorinated pools, BBQs and fresh cut grass, he also refers to stopping an American tourist in a city of seven hills. Could that city be Jerusalem, Rome, Paris, Lisbon, even an independent New York? Thats left to the readers imagination.

The accompanying story of Amado, a poet who dies after being tortured, is genuinely moving and seems inspired by one of Farhis real-life Pen International missions. The character somehow recalls the tortured poet in FellinisSatyricon.

And the cinematic references continue with the character of a disillusioned police inspector who knows too much, banished to a prison-like palacefull of drugged dissidents, recalling Charlton Hestons famous character, NYPD detective Frank Thorn, in another imagined dystopian future world. I half expected him to yell out "Soylent Green is people!"

While Farhi gets full points for enthusiasm and zeal when it comes to championing human rights, he lets down the side when it comes to fully drawn-out women characters. Even as Oric fights for their cause, they are mostly victims to be rescued by white saviours, or eco-feminist sex goddesses ready to pleasure the protagonist in the name of spiritual union.

Existential purists may find this book awild ride sci-fi musical version ofCamus La Peste

Intriguingly, for all his Islamist villains, Farhi does take pains to emphasise the difference between misguided jihadism and true Islam. In one weird chapter calledAnwar, he recounts the tale of a group of Sufi youth in Dagestan, captured by an ISIS-like group called theBlack Standard.

Forced to sully their pure Sufi ways by a band of criminals who coerce them to watch porn, drug themselves and glorify violence so they can become cannon fodder in Syria, the youth decide to escape their fate via group overdose on heroin. All perish but one named Anwar, who, still keen on purifying himself, swims to Kazakhstan. When his drowned body is found, it appears translucent.

While existential purists may find this book awild ride sci-fi musical version ofCamus La Peste where one brings along dancing shoes as well as discerning reading glasses -the work was perhaps the authors personal way of practisingtikkun olam,a concept which in Hebrew corresponds to repairing the world - albeit through a Jewish humanist lens.

My End is My Beginning, by Moris Farhi, is published by SaqiBooks

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