This is an intermediary entry in this blog but the question is probably among the greatest of the century, and it has been courageously tackled this week by a blog I like much: Vulpes Libris.
Vulpes Libris is a blog where friends or colleagues meet to write, one after the other, usually thrice a week, and, very often, each week is dedicated to a thematic. The bloggers, among whom I find Kate MaDonald - one of the specialist of my beloved middle-brow novels -, are mostly academics, but the blog reads easily, and surveys a lot of different topics. Of course, I have preferences but one may always avoid bloggers or matters that one does not care for.
This week is devoted to refugees with this introductory caution:
The BookFoxes have allowed me to hijack our normally non-political site with a week of writing about, and by, refugees.
Therefore, it is clear from the beginning, that there will be no political side but an overview of refugees and the status of refugee from a literary point of view, with books critics.
- Monday: Kirsty D returns to Lloyd Jones’s Hand Me Down World and finds a renewed relevance in his story of a woman being smuggled into Europe.
- Wednesday: Jackie explores the universality of displacement in Benjamin Zephaniah’s poem We Refugees.
- Friday: In a VL Classic, Hilary revisits her review of Marjane Satrapi’s account of her experience as a refugee, Persepolis.
And it starts with a review from Kate Mac Donald: https://vulpeslibris.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/coming-up-on-vulpes-libris-writing-about-refugees/, of which is the beginning:
"There might be urban foxes in the docks area of Brussels, but I doubt it at the moment. There’s a long sliver of a park there, with a playground and football pitches, between Gare du Nord, the red light district and the canal. For the past three weeks its been filled with over 1000 refugees from Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan and Eritrea. The camp came into being by the efforts of a small group of volunteers active in the ‘sans-papiers’ movement, helping asylum seekers with housing and food, and when the flood of refugees arriving in Europe from the south and south-east reached Europe’s political capital, they set up the camp. Belgians have long memories about refugees: they have family members who were refugees during the Second and First World Wars, and they have long welcomed refugees from the former Belgian colonies of the Congo and the DRC. The sustained generosity and volunteer effort from Belgians to help today’s refugees is staggering (I’ve been sorting the mountains of donated clothes and tents), especially when you think of how utterly useless the response of Europe’s leaders has been to find a unified political response to help. How can the people’s will be so strongly different from the apparent will of those we’ve elected to represent us? The BookFoxes have allowed me to hijack our normally non-political site with a week of writing about, and by, refugees."