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A review by helya_x
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi
5.0
I teared up at the end of my reading. Let me tell you why.
After I finished reading this book, I decided to read the review for it, and to my surprise, they were not favourable. But then after looking up some more of the people who gave negative reviews, I redacted my reactions. People say that Nafisi seems self-important or smug. But to me and I hope other Persian women, she is what we all go through or have gone through with our regime. We all felt at some point that we had been living in a dream state, that what was happening to us was fiction. When one struggles so much with personal identity and gender politics, being self-important becomes one of the greatest pleasures of all. When all you've known is oppression and group melancholy, feeling like you are at a higher level makes you feel like you detain some type of purpose under your pressure. This book became somehow a love letter and complaint letter to the Islamic Republic. This story reminded me of all the stories I was told as a young child by my mother and her time in our home nation. This story, to a Persian woman, is one of the most emotional and relatable ones of them all. From culture politics, and gender politics to the mind-washing of men by the Islamic republic, Azar Nafisi doesn't neglect to tell most Persian women horrible realities and how we essentially learned to live and grow within it.
After I finished reading this book, I decided to read the review for it, and to my surprise, they were not favourable. But then after looking up some more of the people who gave negative reviews, I redacted my reactions. People say that Nafisi seems self-important or smug. But to me and I hope other Persian women, she is what we all go through or have gone through with our regime. We all felt at some point that we had been living in a dream state, that what was happening to us was fiction. When one struggles so much with personal identity and gender politics, being self-important becomes one of the greatest pleasures of all. When all you've known is oppression and group melancholy, feeling like you are at a higher level makes you feel like you detain some type of purpose under your pressure. This book became somehow a love letter and complaint letter to the Islamic Republic. This story reminded me of all the stories I was told as a young child by my mother and her time in our home nation. This story, to a Persian woman, is one of the most emotional and relatable ones of them all. From culture politics, and gender politics to the mind-washing of men by the Islamic republic, Azar Nafisi doesn't neglect to tell most Persian women horrible realities and how we essentially learned to live and grow within it.