Sherry Jones Has The Right To Offend Me

August 14

By now those of you with your ears to the ground will have heard the following: publication of The Jewel of Medina, a historical novel by Sherry Jones, has been indefinitely postponed by its publisher, Random House. The reason? The novel, which chronicles the life of Aisha, a wife of the Prophet Muhammad, could provoke violent backlash from conservative Muslims. One excerpt, in which Aisha recalls her first sexual encounter with Muhammad, has been making its way around the internet, and has become the subject of much debate.

There is a fundamental misunderstanding between secular people and people of faith about religious figures. It boils down to this: to a person of faith, reading about the private lives of religious figures is like reading about the private lives of your parents. Even if there’s only one sex scene, done in the most tasteful manner imaginable, it’s still a sex scene about your parents. No one in their right mind wants to see that. True to form, I read the excerpt and wanted to call my therapist. Faith is irrational. That is part of its beauty, but also part of what makes it dangerous.

Yes, I was offended. By a single paragraph of an unpublished book. Even though it was clear the author did not intend to be offensive, and had in fact attempted to handle the subject in a delicate manner. (Albeit with some rather purple language.) But that doesn’t matter. Sherry Jones has the right to speak her mind whether I am offended or not. She has the right to be published whether I am offended or not. The true measure of our moral courage is whether we defend the art we can’t stand with the same vigor with which we defend the art we love. So I am willing to go to bat for this.

There is another reason I feel this particular book is worth fighting for: The Jewel might be purple, but it is not hate speech. That much is also immediately clear. During the Danish cartoon fiasco I said I refused to defend hate speech as free speech, even though I realize the two cannot be uncoupled. I said I wished someone would write a provocative but genuinely exploratory book about the life of the Prophet Muhammad, so we could at least have a conversation about real ideas. Well, here we are.

The refusal to publish The Jewel of Medina cedes valuable ground to the fundamentalists. Is there a danger of violence if it is published? Yes, I’m afraid there probably is. But Sherry Jones wants her rights back, and I want my religion back. We’ve all got skin in the game now. At some point, we’re going to have to act like it.

Swamped

February 08

I haven’t disappeared; I’ve just been buried under a bunch of different deadlines. But check out my KUOW interview tomorrow (link in news/events, above). It’s the first interview I’ve done for a western media outlet, geared toward a largely non-Muslim audience, in which the focus is on my religion. (That was an awkward sentence, structurally speaking, but my brain is pretty fried.) I thought I’d be uncomfortable discussing personal spirituality on American radio, but the host of Sound Focus was very intelligent and hip and we had a fun conversation. Whew.

Around the internets: Eteraz is back from his contemplative hiatus, Baraka B talks about caucusing for Obama, Aziz of City of Brass is inspired by something I said in an email that was funnier than I thought, and the ever-scintillating Th.abe.t is blogging regularly again.

This year I was privileged enough to be one of about a dozen new writers nominated for the Sirenland Fellowship, the perk of which is a week-long master class at a gorgeous hotel on a Mediterranean hillside in Italy. I didn’t win (there goes my spring tan), but the guy who did, Said Sayrafiezadeh, is an amazingly talented NYC playwright, and his forthcoming book should be worth reading. It’s really cool to be at a point in my career where even losing sounds like bragging, nya ha ha. 

Now, off to finish Issue Something of a Something DC miniseries, Issue Something Else of a Something Vertigo series, and Chapter 11 of Butterfly Mosque.

Love in the Time of Hogwarts

October 23

I knew it.