"May the blessings be abundant as rain upon your own, she murmurs. Then I see
her eyes widen as they fall upon my work. As she turns, her lips begin to move,
and though her accent makes it difficult to be sure, I think that the prayer she
whispers is of a different import entirely. I look down at my tablet then and
try to see my work as it must appear to her. The doctor gazes back at me, his
head tilted and his hand raised, fingering the curl of his beard as he does when
he considers some matter that interests him. I have him, there is no doubt of
it. It is an excellent likeness. One might say he lives.
No wonder the girl looked startled. It puts me in mind of my own astonishment
when Hooman first showed me the likenesses in the paintings that had enraged the
iconoclasts. But it is Hooman who would be astonished if he could see me now:
me, a Muslim, in the service of a Jew. He did not think he was training me for
such a fate. For myself, I have grown accustomed to it. At first, when I came
here, I felt ashamed to be enslaved to a Jew. But now my shame is only that I am
a slave. And it is the Jew, himself, who has taught me to feel this.
Author of Salmon Fishing in the Yemen dies(Dec 20 2013) British novelist Paul Torday, who had a surprise best-seller with his debut novel "Salmon Fishing in the Yemen," has died at age 67, his publisher said...