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“Monsieur Ibrahim and the Flowers of the Koran” is so optimistic and life-affirming, a beautiful and warm story.
Growing up with a distant father, the young protagonist gradually befriends an elderly shopkeeper, Monsieur Ibrahim, who offers him love, tenderness and wisdom. There is a lightness and charm to the story that helps balance out the consuming and serious topics of loneliness, love, friendship, trust etc.
This story is so short and full of events that any sort of commenting on the details would probably be revealing too much. Everything is held together by the wonderful character of the gentle and charismatic Monsieur Ibrahim, who still is witty enough and mischievous enough to appear human and not too perfect. At the same time, some less realistic elements of the account give him a striking spiritual purpose in the protagonist’s life. The portrayal is strong enough to sustain this lesson of life without turning the book into self-help or fortune-cookie-literature. On that terrain it is flawless.
A distinctive aspect of the story is religion (Monsieur Ibrahim is Muslim, the boy Momo Jewish) and on that level the title character resembles Lessing’s Nathan with his open and understanding attitude. There is even a far-fetched parallel to the Ring Parable (at least that it what it reminded me of). I altogether appreciate the gentle and sympathetic yet cool-headed and reasonable take on religion.
This story left me with a feeling that all is good and all is the way it should be (even loss), it has so much harmony and tranquillity to offer.
Growing up with a distant father, the young protagonist gradually befriends an elderly shopkeeper, Monsieur Ibrahim, who offers him love, tenderness and wisdom. There is a lightness and charm to the story that helps balance out the consuming and serious topics of loneliness, love, friendship, trust etc.
This story is so short and full of events that any sort of commenting on the details would probably be revealing too much. Everything is held together by the wonderful character of the gentle and charismatic Monsieur Ibrahim, who still is witty enough and mischievous enough to appear human and not too perfect. At the same time, some less realistic elements of the account give him a striking spiritual purpose in the protagonist’s life. The portrayal is strong enough to sustain this lesson of life without turning the book into self-help or fortune-cookie-literature. On that terrain it is flawless.
A distinctive aspect of the story is religion (Monsieur Ibrahim is Muslim, the boy Momo Jewish) and on that level the title character resembles Lessing’s Nathan with his open and understanding attitude. There is even a far-fetched parallel to the Ring Parable (at least that it what it reminded me of). I altogether appreciate the gentle and sympathetic yet cool-headed and reasonable take on religion.
This story left me with a feeling that all is good and all is the way it should be (even loss), it has so much harmony and tranquillity to offer.