The Cairo Trilogy: Palace Walk, Palace of Desire, Sugar Street; Introduction by Sabry Hafez (Everyman's Library Contemporary Classics Series Book 248)

by Naguib Mahfouz

Fahmy asked him what news he had! “I’ve got too much news to count,” he thought. “Marriage is just a big deception. After a few months as tasty as olive oil, your bride turns into a dose of castor oil. Don’t feel sad that you didn’t get to marry Maryam, you callow politician. Do you want some other news? I’ve got a lot, but it definitely wouldn’t interest you. Even if I wanted to, I’m not courageous enough to reveal it in my wife’s presence.” To his surprise, Yasin found he was reciting to himself a verse from the medieval poet al-Sharif al-Radi: I have passionate messages I won’t mention, But if we weren’t being watched, I would have shared them with your mouth.

He had known instinctively that a sudden transformation in his married life could not be accomplished peacefully. From the beginning he had expected some form of resistance, whether criticism or a quarrel. He had taken precautions to secure his position with the same forcefulness his father had employed on intercepting him the night he returned from Kishkish Bey, when he had told Yasin, “Only men can ruin women, and not every man is capable of being a guardian for them.”

“What more does any woman want than a home of her own and sexual gratification? Nothing! Women are just another kind of domestic animal, and must be treated like one. Yes, other pets are not allowed to intrude into our private lives. They stay home until we’re free to play with them. For me, being a husband who is faithful to his marriage would be death. One sight, one sound, one taste incessantly repeated and repeated until there’s no difference between motion and inertia. Sound and silence become twins….No, certainly not, that’s not why I got married….If she’s said to have a fair complexion, then does that mean I have no desires for a brown-skinned woman or a black? If she’s said to be pleasingly plump, what consolation will I have for skinny women or huge ones? If she’s refined, from a noble and distinguished family, should I neglect the good qualities of girls whose fathers push carts around in the streets?…Forward…forward.”

Clearly, if they had lived the way God’s children should, no one would have thought of banishing them. But they were not content to live like that. They wanted things it was dangerous to desire.