Abbas Maroufi


Born
in Tehran, Iran
May 17, 1957


Abbas Maroufi (Persian: عباس معروفی) is an Iranian novelist and journalist.

Raised and educated in Tehran, Abbas Maroufi studied dramatic arts at Tehran University while teaching at schools and writing for the newspapers. He served as the editor in chief of the literary Gardun magazine from 1990 to 1995. His first published work was a collection of short stories entitled Into the Sun. He also wrote a few plays which were performed on stage. In his The Last Superior Generation, he touched on social themes. His last collection of short stories, The Scent of the Jasmine was published in the United States.

Maroufi came to prominence with the publication of Symphony of the Dead (1989) which is narrated in the form of a symphony.

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“روزهای فروپاشی دیوار یاد روزهای انقلاب خودمان می افتادم که همه می خواستند چیزی ببخشند. هرکس برای دیگری بغل می گشود. و تا چشم به هم زدیم چقدر زود تمام شد. تا چشم به هم زدیم فیلم عوض شده بود. همه می خواستند چیزی را از بین ببرند. انقلاب نبود انفجار بود. چیزی منفجر شد که ملت ما را تکه پاره کرد. حالا یکی دنبال دستش می گردد، یکی دنبال چشمش، یکی دنبال پاهاش، و دیگری دنبال بچه اش”
Abbas Maroufi, تماماً مخصوص

“تاریخ مثل یک صفحه کاغذ است که ما روی پهنه اش زندگی می کنیم و درد می کشیم، دردی به پهنای کاغذ. وقتی گذشتیم در پرونده تاریخ به شکل خطی دیده می شویم، همان خط لبه کاغذ.”
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“چرا کسی را نداشتم که باهاش حرف بزنم؟ آندره آندره! عشق یعنی چی؟ یعنی تپش‌های بی‌دلیل قلب؟ یعنی نگاهی که روی اجزای صورتت می‌چرخد و بعد دیگر نیست؟ یعنی دیر جنبیدن و حسرتی که می‌ماند؟ شاید هم یعنی درد کشیدن و فشرده شدن دل که آدم هستی‌اش بیاید پیش چشم‌هاش.”
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