From the best–selling author of Persepolis comes a gloriously entertaining and enlightening look into the sex lives of Iranian women.
“Bold, bewitchingly humorous and politically astute.” — Elle
Embroideries gathers together Marjane’s tough–talking grandmother, stoic mother, glamorous and eccentric aunt and their friends and neighbors for an afternoon of tea drinking and talking. Naturally, the subject turns to love, sex and the vagaries of men.
As the afternoon progresses, these vibrant women share their secrets, their regrets and their often outrageous stories about, among other things, how to fake one’s virginity, how to escape an arranged marriage, how to enjoy the miracles of plastic surgery and how to delight in being a mistress. By turns revealing and hilarious, these are stories about the lengths to which some women will go to find a man, keep a man or, most important, keep up appearances.
Full of surprises, this introduction to the private lives of some fascinating women, whose life stories and lovers will strike us as at once deeply familiar and profoundly different from our own, is sure to bring smiles of recognition to the faces of women everywhere—and to teach us all a thing or two.
Marjane Satrapi (Persian: مرجان ساتراپی) is an Iranian-born French contemporary graphic novellist, illustrator, animated film director, and children's book author. Apart from her native tongue Persian, she speaks English, Swedish, German, French and Italian.
Satrapi grew up in Tehran in a family which was involved with communist and socialist movements in Iran prior to the Iranian Revolution. She attended the Lycée Français there and witnessed, as a child, the growing suppression of civil liberties and the everyday-life consequences of Iranian politics, including the fall of the Shah, the early regime of Ruhollah Khomeini, and the first years of the Iran-Iraq War. She experienced an Iraqi air raid and Scud missile attacks on Tehran. According to Persepolis, one Scud hit the house next to hers, killing her friend and entire family.
Satrapi's family are of distant Iranian Azeri ancestry and are descendants of Nasser al-Din Shah, Shah of Persia from 1848 until 1896. Satrapi said that "But you have to know the kings of the Qajar dynasty, they had hundreds of wives. They made thousands of kids. If you multiply these kids by generation you have, I don't know, 10-15,000 princes [and princesses]. There's nothing extremely special about that." She added that due to this detail, most Iranian families would be, in the words of Simon Hattenstone of The Guardian, "blue blooded."
In 1983, at the age of 14 Satrapi was sent to Vienna, Austria by her parents in order to flee the Iranian regime. There she attended the Lycée Français de Vienne. According to her autobiographical graphic novel, Persepolis, she stayed in Vienna through her high school years, staying in friends' homes, but spent three months living on the streets. After an almost deadly bout of pneumonia, she returned to Iran. She studied Visual Communication, eventually obtaining a Master's Degree from Islamic Azad University in Tehran.
During this time, Satrapi went to numerous illegal parties hosted by her friends, where she met a man named Reza, a veteran of the Iran-Iraq War. She married him at the age of 21, but divorced roughly three years later. Satrapi then moved to Strasbourg, France.
I laughed out loud multiple times,which I truly wasn’t expecting. And the one part I most vividly remember making me laugh too loudly was when 6-year-old Marjane was talking about her grandmother’s nose:
I almost choked laughing so hard. This conversation really hit home for me.
Also, this: This is seriously 100% like all the conversations I've had in the past with my family. To put it plainly, Embroideries was all I could have wanted from Marjane Satrapi and yet... I long for more and more.
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"To speak behind others' backs is to ventilate the soul." – a dictum from Marjane Satrapi’s grandmother.
Reading ‘Embroideries’ from Marjane Satrapi was like reading some missing pages from ‘Persepolis’, her renowned autobiographical series. In ‘Persepolis’ she gave much insights to the reader about the social and political life of Iran during her childhood, but through ‘Embroideries‘ Satrapi manages to illustrate the closed personal world of Iranian women in an amusing manner.
In this slice of an autobiography, Satrapi let’s the reader experience the joy, sorrow, disappointments and frustrations narrated from the personal viewpoint of a bunch of charming, highly spirited and intelligent female characters living in Tehran during early 1990s. The effortless gossipy manner in which they discuss their private lives, which Satrapi captures in her Spartan yet fluid black and white illustrations, are equally touching and a delight to read.
Observing a young Satrapi in the company of her mother, grand mother, aunts and other female friends sitting around their tea – while the male members are enjoying a nap after a family dinner – and gossiping, is an experience like the observer is right among them sipping tea – at times even feeling like a voyeur - and listening to their confidential lives, their anxieties, their own personal struggle against social and personal oppression and their intimate feelings of guilt and pleasure.
There is no inhibition among the members of such an intimate gathering – where Satrapi’s grandmother takes the central stage and regulates the flow of this family chronicle – and no topic is a taboo on such an occasion and the reader is privileged to hear a string of anecdotes and ruminations, which can be funny and raunchy, at times sad or even provocative and controversial. They discuss their sex life, their fantasies, about keeping up the appearances for the sake of saving marriages, about getting an ‘embroidery’ done – a slang term for a hymenorrhaphy or hymenoplasty -, about performing plastic surgeries, about the obsessions of the society on the virginity of a girl, about homosexuality, about failed marriages, about extramarital affairs, all with a casual grace and traits of independence even under restrains imposed by their society.
The charm of the book is in its simplicity of narration. It merely narrates these thoughts as conversations aimed at the reader while offering no solutions, conclusions or judgments for the various issues discussed by its participants. It is left for the reader to think about. A perfect candidate for light weight reading, but if you are reading Satrapi’s works for the first time, then I will recommend ‘Persepolis’ before enjoying ‘Embroideries’.
“To speak behind others' backs is the ventilator of the heart.”
A humorous yet eye-opening take on the culture of patriarchy, Embroideries is a comic book about an evening of tea-drinking and gossip among women in Iran in the Satrapi family. The illustrations have women gossiping about lost loves and failed marriages, about faking virginity, plastic surgery and whether it is really important for a woman to actually have a man in her life.
The book shows a charming aspect of Iranian culture where women have one safe place when they get to gossip and completely let go, with no age-boundaries or social bindings to concern over. The books title refers to surgery to reinstate virginity as "the full embroidery". An amusing, yet thought-provoking. quick read for a lazy afternoon.
Este cómic es una mirilla a un hermético universo femenino en el que un puñado de mujeres de distintas edades -reunidas alrededor de una mesa de té mientras los hombres descansan después de un almuerzo- desgranan sus recuerdos más íntimos y los intercambian por las confidencias de otras mujeres presentes y ausentes. Es un libro que despierta en el lector una sensación similar a la de pegar el oído a una conversación picante que mantienen dos desconocidos que no se han percatado de su presencia: entre taza y taza surgen confesiones sexuales, chistes verdes, recuerdos dolorosos de traición y pérdida, y frustración por lo que esas mujeres se han perdido por el hecho de ser mujeres nacidas en una determinada época y en un determinado lugar.
‘Bordados’ tiene la suerte y la desgracia de existir en un mundo en el que la autora ya había escrito Persépolis, una de las dos o tres mejores novelas gráficas de la historia. Reencontrarse con algunos de los personajes de aquella inolvidable historia es cómo volver al hogar. Pero, por otra parte, claro, Bordados no es Persépolis. Es mucho más breve, menos profunda (o, mejor dicho, de una profundidad disfrazada de frivolidad) y está muy compartimentada, constituyendo una sucesión de anécdotas con un mismo hilo temático pero con poca conexión entre sí. ‘Bordados’ tiene identidad propia y es completamente disfrutable, pero para quienes tenemos en un altar a la obra maestra de Satrapi este cómic, creo, se queda más bien en un anexo, en un capítulo picante añadido a posteriori o censurado en una primera edición, que en una obra que pueda compararse a Persépolis.
Totalmente en la línea de Persépolis. Este se dividía en pequeños capítulos que eran momentos de la vida de Marji, y en este caso nos encontramos con un capítulo larguito transformado en otro cómic. Y, nuevamente, me ha gustado un montón. Necesito leer todo lo que haya publicado esta mujer.
En este caso, Marji, su madre, su abuela y un grupo de amigas se reunen para pasar la tarde. Aprovechan para hablar de la vida, de los hombres que han amado, de sus matrimonios y de la desigualdad entre el hombre y la mujer. Me encanta ese toque feminista y empoderado que tienen tanto Marjane como de su madre, su abuela, y la mayoría de las mujeres que la rodean. Mucho más avazandas que la mayorías de las mentes de occidente. Tanto Bordados como Persépolis son lecturas deliciosas, porque además de toda la carga crítica que hace, son super divertidas y siempre acabo riéndome.
I am hugely disappointed with this one. It's so weird, sexist and gross that I got literally numb the moment I closed this book.
I get the point that women gossip about a lot of things, every tiny details they know about or we think we know of. I get that grandmothers and women talk a lot of weird women stuff. That's not the point of me disliking this book so much. If this one is meant to be humorous and satirical, I get only two percent of it; I find the rest rather insulting, pointless and gender shaming as well as body shaming of both genders.
I seriously doubt what the author was thinking when she wrote and illustrated this book.
The dialogues are really mean, cringy and tasteless. I know what the author is trying to convey but everything came out really bad and gross! I don't want to spoil anything but there's so many parts where I exclaimed many ewws and yucks! Seriously, so many distasteful things enough to last a lifetime. Satirical? I don't need this to know and feel what it is through formats like this.
A nice little companion piece to Marjane Satrapi's wonderful memoir Persepolis.
An anthology of sorts, it's a short collection of stories from middle-aged Iranian women discussing their marriages and sex lives. Even from conservative and religious backgrounds, the discussions are very frank.
There are some disturbing parts about what life was like in another time (the ages thing), but it's definitely criticized albeit in a whimsical way.
The book is a very funny way to tell these stories, with relatively simple art underlaying much depth. Recommended
Marjane Satrapi lives by converting her family history into graphic novels. Her magnum opus The Complete Persepolis was absolutely mind-blowing, and it was this book which got me hooked to the genre of graphic novels in general. In this book, the mood is not as heavy, but definitely a lot more naughty as Iranian women from three generations, after sending the men off to sleep after dinner, discuss their sexual escapades, misadventures and fantasies. Some are painful, some are weird, and some are hilarious - all, extremely readable.
At the end, when Marjane's grandpa hears the fag end of the conversation and asks what it is about, grandma says: "Well, really, Satrapi! What's it got to do with you? Go on, go to sleep! It's better for you." And the poor man returns to the bedroom, crestfallen.
Reading this graphic novel was like being invited to tea with a group of Iranian women, except that the talk turned (interestingly enough) to arranged marriages, cheating husbands, and faking your virginity. The images strengthened the words in such a way that when I was done reading it I actually felt like I knew and had spent a little time with these women.
It's interesting, because their conversation makes it seem like they have some power (while living under harsh social restrictions) but as a Western woman reading this book, their idea of what constitutes power is hard to accept. Like many women, they talk about plastic surgery - nothing unusual there. One woman even goes so far as to admit that she had fat removed from her ass and injected into her breasts, which led to this comment about her husband: Of course this idiot doesn't know that every time he kisses my breasts, it's actually my ass he's kissing...
But to me, there's not a lot of power in that. More sadness that you'd have to take that small victory when you're more likely stuck in a marriage that you didn't (and don't) want.
It's hard to judge these women, though. Their stories are told in such a way that it's easy to just listen and admire them for having a voice and telling their stories. Many are in fact divorced, and share many of the same love concerns and troubles as women everywhere, as well as the same strengths and weaknesses. It's definitely worth reading as a reminder that women everywhere share a connection.
A group of ladies has gathered for an afternoon tea. The conversation slowly turns to their married lives, and sex, and love, and the common factor across these three points: men.
My opinion: Hilarious and hard-hitting at the same time, Embroideries will make you feel like you are sitting with your lady friends and gossiping away. Not recommended for men. 😁😁 Do note, the embroideries in the title doesn't refer to the usual meaning of the word. So don't go looking for pattern ideas in the book. 😜
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Η Satrapi κεντάει για άλλη μια φορά. Ένα κόμικ (ή graphic novel, για όσους δεν τα πάνε καλά με τον όρο) που με αστείο τρόπο μιλάει για σοβαρά θέματα της ιρανικής κουλτούρας. Και κυρίως για τη θέση της γυναίκας. Με λίγα λόγια, θα μπορούσαμε να πούμε ένα πιο σόκιν Persepolis. Καθόλου άσχημα, δηλαδή.
Story about various Iranian women. They're sit back and relax in the afternoon while sipping a hot cup of tea. But not just that, they all have a tale to tell. And the story begin...
"To speak behind others' backs is the ventilator of the heart." Huwahahaha...
Pertama-tama ketika nge-mark as to read gw pernah komen "Mari ngebordir", yang dikasi komen sama Lita di message #1 dan saya ngasi komen "wah, rok mini mah cepet keknya ngebordirnya, siap lah" di message #2. Nah, setelah beres membaca bukunya, dengan ini saya nyatakan kalau saya menarik kembali kedua komen saya itu.
Kenapa? begini... Dari dulu sayah bukan pembaca komik/novel grafis dan sama sekali gak ngeh sapa itu Marjane Satrapi. Iseng ke kaki lima nemu buku ini masih diplastikin, dan di plastikna ada stiker dengan tulisan gede & tebel "DEWASA". Wah, dewasa! adult entertainment kah? the evil hippo inside me begging & screaming like hell to take this book home. Dan setelah meriksa KTP buat ngecek umur dari tarik urat leher sama penjualna ahirna bukuna bisa di bawa pulang dengan harga 15 rebu. Soal isina apa samasekali gak tau, yang penting ada tulisan "DEWASA" nyah, hahaha.
Nah, setelah itu bukuna disimpen aja gak dibuka dulu sehari, niatna masukin aja dulu bukuna di rak gudrid tapi ahirna memutuskan baca dulu ripyu dari teman2 yang sudah ngerating buku ini dan muncul lah kalimat2 seperti ini:
Tomo Sesepuh Jaduler Dan yang diomongin bukan soal ranjang ... tapi adegan di ranjang. Gituuu......
Kuwi tapi yg silet ituh lucu tuh.. kasian suaminya XD
Indri tersenyum geli, waktu adegan 'silet'..
Ibutio juga menggambarkan santet di ranjang (haha) beneran aku ketawa guling-guling yang adegan kopi yang ada putih-putihnya itu jelas jadi penasaran>
trus Momo yang dilarang-larang baca buku ini karena masih kecil. Namanya juga anak-anak, tambah dilarang tambah nekat ama penasaran ;)) Pas baca.... Gubrak, Tuing tuing, yaelah, aduh, hahahaha pantes aku gak boleh baca...
Ahirnya diputuskan merobek sampul plastikna dan baca bukuna dan setelah sekitar 30-40 menit baca.. ternyata oh ternyata... adegan silet.. yang dimaksud dengan bordir itu ternyata.. konci ama teh putih..
Ni buku kocak syekali ternyata, hiyahahaha. nah segitu aja sih ripyu nya :D
Jadi kalo mengacu kembali ke "bordir" yang dimaksud disini dan komen sayah "mari ngebordir" jelas jadi ngaco jadina. untuk itu lah saya menarik kembali komen saya :D
Pelajaran yang saya tarik dari buku ini: *kalo bikin kopi gak bakalan pake krimer lagi, cukup kopi item aja dah, hahaha *satu kalimat yang bakal terngiang-ngiang terus adalah ketika rumpian ibu2 ini sudah berpindah topik masih ada seorang ibu yang penasaran.. "putih2 itu apa sih?" Hwahahaha
Rozmowy o obyczajach kobiet w Iranie podczas wspólnego rodzinnego picia herbatki. Bardzo przyjemne, zwłaszcza jako uzupełnienie „Persepolis”, ale jak dla mnie nie osiąga tak wysokiego poziomu. Polubiłem twórczość Satrapi i dla innych miłośników to zapewne lektura obowiązkowa, dla mnie wyłącznie fajna, ale jednak tylko ciekawostka.
If you've read her graphic memoir you would already know that Marjane Satrapi was born in 1969 in Rasht, Iran. She grew up in Tehran, where she studied at the French school, before leaving for Vienna and then Strasbourg to study illustration. Persepolis provided insights into the social and political life in Iran during the Mohammad-Reza Shah regime and the subsequent Iranian revolution. Embroideries, however, couldn't be a more different take on illustrating her own experiences. Satrapi decided to only focus on the closed personal world of Iranian women.
Embroideries is a humorous and enlightening look at the sex lives of Iranian women. It gathers together Satrapi's tough-talking grandmother, stoic mother, glamorous and eccentric aunt and their friends and neighbours for an afternoon of tea-drinking and talk. Naturally, the subject turns to loves, sex and vagaries of men.
I was pleasantly surprised by how sex positive the comic was. It was good to see how freely all of these women talked about their sex lives and that guilt and shame weren't part of the equation. I had to laugh out loud numerous times at how unabashed and real some of the dialogue was. It was quite easy to relate to these women and their way of talking - gossip, after all, is the same all around the world.
Nonetheless, the comic lacked in depth and wasn't as well put together as Persepolis. In addition, I didn't like the illustrations this time around since they were printed in a larger format, which didn't suit them as well as the smaller format in Persepolis. Furthermore, the comic displays homophobic statements which are not called out. That totally rubbed me the wrong way and left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I read Embroideries at my local bookshop and am glad to leave it at that. I decided against buying it for myself since I don't think it's worth the money. Sure, it grants an interesting insight into Iranian culture (with a much needed focus on Iranian women) but, all in all, the comic is too short and superficial to have really satisfied me.
عشر نساء إيرانيات يجتمعن ليحكين عن علاقاتهن العاطفية والزوجية. تتشابه القصص في المجتمعات المكبوتة المنافقة. في البداية لفت نظري العنوان وتوقعت قصص بجمال ودقّة ورقّة التطريز لأكتشف لاحقا أنهن يقصدن معنى مختلفا تماما.
3,5 Cel mai prețios la ea este faptul ca e posibilă, ca cineva o poate scrie și asta sa nu insemne nimic mai mult decât e cartea. Am râs și poate e înțelept sa radem privind spre sexualitate, sa glumim pe seama acestei bizare făpturi care se naște dintr-un barbat și o femeie: cuplul.
Ai että, mikä herkku! Satrapi on kerännyt iranilaisten naisten tarinoita ja kuvittanut ne ilmeikkäästi sarjakuvateokseensa Pistoja. Kapinallisia, surullisia, kekseliäitä ja ironisia tarinoita lukiessa on tietysti mielessä Iranin naisten tämänhetkinen tilanne ja heidän vapaustaistelunsa.
Naisilla on konstinsa ja hiljainen tietonsa. Makuuhuoneeseen sijoittuvia tarinoita puhutaan vain naisten kesken. Käytännön ohjeet ja neuvot tulevat suureen tarpeeseen, koska tietoa ei löydy oppikirjoista eikä julkisuudesta. Satrapin huumori on mustaa, kuten kuvatkin, mutta pakko on nauraa naisten kanssa.
I was disappointed by Marjane Satrapi's follow up to the fantastic two volume "Persepolis".
In "Embroideries", the setting is an after-dinner tea party between several women of different ages telling their stories abut love and sex. The potential is fantastic to really delve into the beliefs and traditions surrounding these topics. But rather than tell the complete stories with depth, she merely flits over them, so that you get a taste but little substance. She tells the stories of about 7 women in 144 pages, but not narrative pages, comic-book style pages - this, like "Persepolis", is a graphic novel.
While the story left a lot to be desired, the drawings are wonderful. In this book, Satrapi didn't use the panel frames she uses in Persepolis and that are common in graphic novels, the drawings are all over the page, less constrained.
I'll still read her other book about Iran, "Chicken with Plums" and hope that she's returned to her evocative story-telling.
Tengo entendido que esta historia nace de Persépolis, que aún no he leído, y con el buen sabor de boca que me ha dejado va a convertirse en trampolín a la obra más laureada de Satrapi. El cómic lo saqué de la biblioteca en un momento en el que estaba muy saturado de lecturas y necesitaba algo ligero. Las confesiones e intimidades de estas mujeres iraníes que se reúnen para charlar cuando sus maridos están echando la siesta fueron el bálsamo que necesitaba: llenas de buen humor, ironía e inteligencia a partes iguales, aseguran un rato muy agradable. A pesar de que el nivel de feminismo de sus páginas no pasa de parvulario para un occidental, la naturalidad de su narrativa junto con un dibujo básico pero expresivo, redondean mucho una obra que le he dado a leer hasta a mi madre. Tanto si te ha gustado Persépolis como si aún no conoces a su autora, Bordados es un cómic muy recomendable.
Discutir assuntos, fazer bordados ou ventilar o coração... ou apenas conversas entre mulheres sobre o que é ser-se mulher, mas no Irão onde o casamento e as convenções sociais demarcam o futuro das mesmas. Ou então não, há sempre quem reme contra a maré. Ler esta Banda Desenhada foi como estar à conversa com amigas, onde praticamente nada é tabu e onde o feminismo é discutido, mesmo sem se falar no seu nome, e, como em todas as conversas longas, aprendemos sempre mais alguma coisa sobre a vida (e as batalhas) de cada uma.