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Until Then….

Regular readers will have noticed that I haven’t been posting here with the regularity that I did back in 2007. That’s because I’ve been spending my time on other projects that I want to finish before returning to Morocco before the end of the year. I’ll continue to write new blog posts whenever I feel the urge, but I want to let you know that the real action is on other parts of this site. All my works in progress are visible somewhere on, so I hope you’ll visit them and then leave a comment here to let me know what you think!

  • Not From Here, a novel about an young musician who wants to change the world with his music, who instead ends up in a hidden network that seeks to control people’s lives without their knowledge.
  • Morocco: A Cruel Country, a photo essay that offers a slice of Moroccan life, neither glamorized nor sensationalized, from my travels there in 2003–2006.
  • Radiant Days, a collection of short fiction, nonfiction and poetry—mostly early work—arranged in a nonlinear fashion that allows you to experience the work in a new way each time you visit.

For those of you who still prefer blogging about current events, don’t forget to check the post below this one to see if it is new, or check out my page of favorite posts from 2007.


Comment from Jillian York
Time: July 6, 2008, 08:44

Just couldn’t help but share how many people I’ve met recently who truly believe (and argue) that you’re Moroccan!

I hope your hiatus serves you well creatively. As always, I love your photos.


Comment from eatbees
Time: July 13, 2008, 23:17

If they are Moroccan, that means they like me ;)

But honestly, after being there for a while, I found myself using “we” instead of “they” to defend Moroccan ways of doing things. “We don’t make reservations, we travel at the spur of the moment,” or “We see some Western freedoms as self-indulgent and beside the point,” things like that. By then, I no longer saw the people around me as Moroccans but as grandmothers, students and family men… and people meeting me for the first time would sometimes have a moment of shock when they realized I wasn’t Moroccan. I also had the sensation of seeing in real time the chaotic, degraded cities, and borderlands of barking dogs and people aimlessly waiting, that I’d been dreaming about for years.

No reason to tell them I’m not Moroccan, if that’s what they want to believe.

So who are these people you’ve been meeting?

Comment from Loula
Time: July 15, 2008, 18:16

Hello Eatbees,
My second stop in the blogma (had to stop at Larbi’s) and as usual you make me go around and around reading and the rest. Nice to read you again and again.

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