The Ladies of Nazareth by Naim Attallah

November 9, 2008

by Suzan Abrams

Millionaire author and publisher, Naim Attallah known for eccentric surprises like neat, colourful incidents of having donned mismatched socks in bright blues and reds, wrote and published this tender 71-page fable called The Old Ladies of Nazareth. (Quartet Books UK, £10) in 2004.

Today, it still makes for the classic Christmas gift.

In a diligent sense, this decorative pocket-book measures a poetic tale of hardship and fortitude, pain and self-discovery. Each unfolding chapter may awaken the senses to new joys of family and self, and blessings almost forgotten.

After all, it does mix the wisdom of Aesop with the heartwarming emotions of Rosamunde Pilcher, or otherwise, feature the simplicity of a manger play, measured against the brutality of Brutus.

Yet nothing is too harsh. There is no obvious violence with the exception of haphazard mutilations of the heart, ringed in a sad web. One has to study the picture to pick up sadness when what is so obvious is the pity.

Two old ladies live in the biblical town of Nazareth. They are sisters, one briefly married and widowed who is called Wardeh and the other, a hunched and sickly spinster, called Jamileh. Wardeh is the more prayerful and the kinder.

Yet, when her husband dies and she is heavy with child, she will hand her son over to a German orphanage - where she visits frequently - rather than hand him to the pestering in-laws. The result is an uncaring, cold and grateful son, unsure of his identity and cold with his passions. It is his son, Atallah, to whom the old ladies will love passionately, from his baby years to boyhood, as they have never loved anyone before.

Throughout the book they live a spartan lifestyle, turning to nature to redeem their daily science of living: For example,

"...every morning while it was still dark, Jamileh would go by the light of the stars to collect the eggs laid by the hens, and place them still warm in the basket, so she could sell them at the marketplace at sunrise. There was jubilation if the eggs were plentiful but deep despondency if the hens had not been laying. Jamileh's mood then changed as she berated the birds for failing in their duty and letting her down...

"...at the far end of a garden, was the lavatory. It was primitive even by oriental standards. To use it, you had to crouch to relieve yourself, and you needed to bring a bucket of water with you, to flush it clean.

"It was not an enviable experience to have to answer a call of nature in the middle of the night, especially during the rainy season. The old ladies did not even possess an umbrella to hold over their heads. They could only struggle through the dark, water container in hand, braving the wind and getting soaked to the skin.

"Returning to the house, they had to struggle to change out of their saturated clothes in the dark, before they were able to settle down again to sleep...

"...They could never divert their minds by readng a book or acquiring the extra knowledge that might have eased their relentless routine. Instead, it was through nature that they sought the answer to every problem.

"They invoked nature to heal their wounds, to treat a passing illness or a heightened fever. They turned to nature to tell them the time of day by the position of the sun in the sky. They could even judge the hour of the night by the changing pattern of the stars and planets. With nightfall, their two rooms fell into complete darkness; they were dimlit lit by an oil lamp only at times of sheer necessity..."

Attallah says he wrote this Once-upon-a-time tale encased in its matchbox pages, unexpectedly on a hot and humid day, in London when from his apartment balcony overlooking a delightful garden scene, he remembered a balcony in his childhood in another city many years ago.

He pleads it as his personal and tender account of a boyhood where life's toughest lessons are learned from this ageing grandmother and aunt who lived together, like two quiet and contented spinsters and who taught him the abstract unforgettable qualities of life.

The Old Ladies of Nazareth by Naim Attallah

by Susan Abraham

Millionaire author and publisher, Naim Attallah known for eccentric surprises like mismatched socks..in bright blues and reds) scripted this tender 71-page fable called The Old Ladies of Nazareth. (Quartet Books UK, £10).

It is a poetic tale of hardship and fortitude, pain and self-discovery. The thoughtful tale awakens the senses to new joys of family and self, and blessings almost forgotten.

It mixes Aesop with a Rosamunde Pilcher, or features the simplicity of a manger play, measured against the brutality of Brutus.

Yet nothing is too harsh. There is no obvious violence with the exception of haphazard mutilations of the heart, ringed in a sad web. One has to study the picture to pick up sadness when what is so obvious is the pity.

Two old ladies live in the biblical town of Nazareth. They are sisters, one briefly married and widowed who is called Wardeh and the other, a hunched and sickly spinster, called Jamileh. Wardeh is the more prayerful and the kinder.

Yet, when her husband dies and she is heavy with child, she will hand her son over to a German orphanage - where she visits frequently - rather than hand him to the pestering in-laws. The result is an uncaring, cold and grateful son, unsure of his identity and cold with his passions. It is his son, Atallah, to whom the old ladies will love passionately, from his baby years to boyhood, as they have never loved anyone before.

Throughout the book they live a spartan lifestyle, turning to nature to redeem their daily science of living: For example,

"...every morning while it was still dark, Jamileh would go by the light of the stars to collect the eggs laid by the hens, and place them still warm in the basket, so she could sell them at the marketplace at sunrise. There was jubilation if the eggs were plentiful but deep despondency if the hens had not been laying. Jamileh's mood then changed as she berated the birds for failing in their duty and letting her down...

"...at the far end of a garden, was the lavatory. It was primitive even by oriental standards. To use it, you had to crouch to relieve yourself, and you needed to bring a bucket of water with you, to flush it clean.

"It was not an enviable experience to have to answer a call of nature in the middle of the night, especially during the rainy season. The old ladies did not even possess an umbrella to hold over their heads. They could only struggle through the dark, water container in hand, braving the wind and getting soaked to the skin.

"Returning to the house, they had to struggle to change out of their saturated clothes in the dark, before they were able to settle down again to sleep...

"...They could never divert their minds by readng a book or acquiring the extra knowledge that might have eased their relentless routine. Instead, it was through nature that they sought the answer to every problem.

"They invoked nature to heal their wounds, to treat a passing illness or a heightened fever. They turned to nature to tell them the time of day by the position of the sun in the sky. They could even judge the hour of the night by the changing pattern of the stars and planets. With nightfall, their two rooms fell into complete darkness; they were dimlit lit by an oil lamp only at times of sheer necessity..."

Attallah says he wrote this Once-Upon-A-Time book unexpectedly on a hot and humid day in London when from his apartment balcony overlooking a delightful garden scene, he remembered a balcony in his childhood in another city many years ago.

He pleads it as his personal and tender account of a boyhood where life's toughest lessons are learned from this ageing grandmother and aunt who lived together, like two quiet and contented spinsters and who taught him the abstract unforgettable qualities of life.

A decorative pocket book love story and perfect as a mother's day gift.

The Old Ladies of Nazareth by Naim Attallah

by Susan Abraham

Millionaire author and publisher, Naim Attallah known for eccentric surprises like mismatched socks..in bright blues and reds) scripted this tender 71-page fable called The Old Ladies of Nazareth. (Quartet Books UK, £10).

It is a poetic tale of hardship and fortitude, pain and self-discovery. The thoughtful tale awakens the senses to new joys of family and self, and blessings almost forgotten.

It mixes Aesop with a Rosamunde Pilcher, or features the simplicity of a manger play, measured against the brutality of Brutus.

Yet nothing is too harsh. There is no obvious violence with the exception of haphazard mutilations of the heart, ringed in a sad web. One has to study the picture to pick up sadness when what is so obvious is the pity.

Two old ladies live in the biblical town of Nazareth. They are sisters, one briefly married and widowed who is called Wardeh and the other, a hunched and sickly spinster, called Jamileh. Wardeh is the more prayerful and the kinder.

Yet, when her husband dies and she is heavy with child, she will hand her son over to a German orphanage - where she visits frequently - rather than hand him to the pestering in-laws. The result is an uncaring, cold and grateful son, unsure of his identity and cold with his passions. It is his son, Atallah, to whom the old ladies will love passionately, from his baby years to boyhood, as they have never loved anyone before.

Throughout the book they live a spartan lifestyle, turning to nature to redeem their daily science of living: For example,

"...every morning while it was still dark, Jamileh would go by the light of the stars to collect the eggs laid by the hens, and place them still warm in the basket, so she could sell them at the marketplace at sunrise. There was jubilation if the eggs were plentiful but deep despondency if the hens had not been laying. Jamileh's mood then changed as she berated the birds for failing in their duty and letting her down...

"...at the far end of a garden, was the lavatory. It was primitive even by oriental standards. To use it, you had to crouch to relieve yourself, and you needed to bring a bucket of water with you, to flush it clean.

"It was not an enviable experience to have to answer a call of nature in the middle of the night, especially during the rainy season. The old ladies did not even possess an umbrella to hold over their heads. They could only struggle through the dark, water container in hand, braving the wind and getting soaked to the skin.

"Returning to the house, they had to struggle to change out of their saturated clothes in the dark, before they were able to settle down again to sleep...

"...They could never divert their minds by readng a book or acquiring the extra knowledge that might have eased their relentless routine. Instead, it was through nature that they sought the answer to every problem.

"They invoked nature to heal their wounds, to treat a passing illness or a heightened fever. They turned to nature to tell them the time of day by the position of the sun in the sky. They could even judge the hour of the night by the changing pattern of the stars and planets. With nightfall, their two rooms fell into complete darkness; they were dimlit lit by an oil lamp only at times of sheer necessity..."

Attallah says he wrote this Once-Upon-A-Time book unexpectedly on a hot and humid day in London when from his apartment balcony overlooking a delightful garden scene, he remembered a balcony in his childhood in another city many years ago.

He pleads it as his personal and tender account of a boyhood where life's toughest lessons are learned from this ageing grandmother and aunt who lived together, like two quiet and contented spinsters and who taught him the abstract unforgettable qualities of life.

A decorative pocket book love story and perfect as a mother's day gift.

The Old Ladies of Nazareth by Naim Attallah

by Susan Abraham

Millionaire author and publisher, Naim Attallah known for eccentric surprises like mismatched socks..in bright blues and reds) scripted this tender 71-page fable called The Old Ladies of Nazareth. (Quartet Books UK, £10).

It is a poetic tale of hardship and fortitude, pain and self-discovery. The thoughtful tale awakens the senses to new joys of family and self, and blessings almost forgotten.

It mixes Aesop with a Rosamunde Pilcher, or features the simplicity of a manger play, measured against the brutality of Brutus.

Yet nothing is too harsh. There is no obvious violence with the exception of haphazard mutilations of the heart, ringed in a sad web. One has to study the picture to pick up sadness when what is so obvious is the pity.

Two old ladies live in the biblical town of Nazareth. They are sisters, one briefly married and widowed who is called Wardeh and the other, a hunched and sickly spinster, called Jamileh. Wardeh is the more prayerful and the kinder.

Yet, when her husband dies and she is heavy with child, she will hand her son over to a German orphanage - where she visits frequently - rather than hand him to the pestering in-laws. The result is an uncaring, cold and grateful son, unsure of his identity and cold with his passions. It is his son, Atallah, to whom the old ladies will love passionately, from his baby years to boyhood, as they have never loved anyone before.

Throughout the book they live a spartan lifestyle, turning to nature to redeem their daily science of living: For example,

"...every morning while it was still dark, Jamileh would go by the light of the stars to collect the eggs laid by the hens, and place them still warm in the basket, so she could sell them at the marketplace at sunrise. There was jubilation if the eggs were plentiful but deep despondency if the hens had not been laying. Jamileh's mood then changed as she berated the birds for failing in their duty and letting her down...

"...at the far end of a garden, was the lavatory. It was primitive even by oriental standards. To use it, you had to crouch to relieve yourself, and you needed to bring a bucket of water with you, to flush it clean.

"It was not an enviable experience to have to answer a call of nature in the middle of the night, especially during the rainy season. The old ladies did not even possess an umbrella to hold over their heads. They could only struggle through the dark, water container in hand, braving the wind and getting soaked to the skin.

"Returning to the house, they had to struggle to change out of their saturated clothes in the dark, before they were able to settle down again to sleep...

"...They could never divert their minds by readng a book or acquiring the extra knowledge that might have eased their relentless routine. Instead, it was through nature that they sought the answer to every problem.

"They invoked nature to heal their wounds, to treat a passing illness or a heightened fever. They turned to nature to tell them the time of day by the position of the sun in the sky. They could even judge the hour of the night by the changing pattern of the stars and planets. With nightfall, their two rooms fell into complete darkness; they were dimlit lit by an oil lamp only at times of sheer necessity..."

Attallah says he wrote this Once-Upon-A-Time book unexpectedly on a hot and humid day in London when from his apartment balcony overlooking a delightful garden scene, he remembered a balcony in his childhood in another city many years ago.

He pleads it as his personal and tender account of a boyhood where life's toughest lessons are learned from this ageing grandmother and aunt who lived together, like two quiet and contented spinsters and who taught him the abstract unforgettable qualities of life.

A decorative pocket book love story and perfect as a mother's day gift.

Latest book news in Britain: Famed controversial publisher Naim Attallah to tell-all in his 3-volume autobiography to be launched on May 1, 2007.

Caption shows a younger photo of the Palestinian-born Lebanese-British publisher Naim Attallah . From a penniless teen and labouring jobs as a young boy, he struck gold in literary London. Attallah is 75 now.

by Susan Abraham

With an event that spells more diamond-encrusted glamour than Naim Attallah's publishing career at Quartet Books, his buddy-comradeship with the late British author Auberon Waugh and legendary passion for women, his young publishing staff in the '80s that included the likes of Nigella Lawson and Sophia-Sackville West, his office, affectionately titled a harem with its tiger skin rugs, alluring black and white photographs and busty sculptured nudes, the flamboyant Attallah now bounces back with a new saga, in his chunky tell-all 3 volume autobiography called Fulfilment and Betrayal: 1975-1995 (Quartet Books £25).

He wrote 385,000 words in a rush in 14 months; there was so much to say and controversial injustices to clear.

This where in the midst of the glitzy baubles, Attallah was accused of being responsible for his former employer, Asprey's downfall and in 2005, tasted his private hell - that may have stretched as vast as the Pacific Ocean - when his assistant of almost 20 years Jennie Erdel , turned up with her book Ghosting, where she claimed to have composed almost all of Attallah's literary material for him. These included 2 novels, a newspaper coloumn and reviews. She also demanded credit for his private letters. And yes, there was sex involved.

This writer was in London at the time and Attallah had just churned out a tidy morality tale called The Old Ladies of Nazareth. But controversial articles and reviews of the book, many slanted in the favour of Erdel meant that Attallah may have felt shortchanged and the publicity for his little book irrevocably damaged. He complained that he was ignored almost completely by the British Press. That has long been remedied. He has managed his side quite happily in the media since.

This book is so new, its jacket cover is nowhere visible on the Net and one assumes it's still at the printers.

Tatlers UK will launch Naim Attallah's Fulfilment and Betrayal: 1975-1995 on March 1, 2007 to celebrate his 76th birthday. Attallah has been married to his wife, Maria, for 50 years.

This writer also predicts that the autobiography will stir up just as much controversy as Ghosting if not more and that it will be the talk of London at parties and book clubs and all the rest of it, for months afterwards. Erdel may find herself saddled with an unexpected comeuppance. Meanwhile, you can catch Elizabeth Grice's exclusive personality interview in the The Daily Telegraph today. It's wonderfully-told.

Latest book news in Britain: Famed controversial publisher Naim Attallah to tell-all in his 3-volume autobiography to be launched on May 1, 2007.

Caption shows a younger photo of the Palestinian-born Lebanese-British publisher Naim Attallah . From a penniless teen and labouring jobs as a young boy, he struck gold in literary London. Attallah is 75 now.

by Susan Abraham

With an event that spells more diamond-encrusted glamour than Naim Attallah's publishing career at Quartet Books, his buddy-comradeship with the late British author Auberon Waugh and legendary passion for women, his young publishing staff in the '80s that included the likes of Nigella Lawson and Sophia-Sackville West, his office, affectionately titled a harem with its tiger skin rugs, alluring black and white photographs and busty sculptured nudes, the flamboyant Attallah now bounces back with a new saga, in his chunky tell-all 3 volume autobiography called Fulfilment and Betrayal: 1975-1995 (Quartet Books £25).

He wrote 385,000 words in a rush in 14 months; there was so much to say and controversial injustices to clear.

This where in the midst of the glitzy baubles, Attallah was accused of being responsible for his former employer, Asprey's downfall and in 2005, tasted his private hell - that may have stretched as vast as the Pacific Ocean - when his assistant of almost 20 years Jennie Erdel , turned up with her book Ghosting, where she claimed to have composed almost all of Attallah's literary material for him. These included 2 novels, a newspaper coloumn and reviews. She also demanded credit for his private letters. And yes, there was sex involved.

This writer was in London at the time and Attallah had just churned out a tidy morality tale called The Old Ladies of Nazareth. But controversial articles and reviews of the book, many slanted in the favour of Erdel meant that Attallah may have felt shortchanged and the publicity for his little book irrevocably damaged. He complained that he was ignored almost completely by the British Press. That has long been remedied. He has managed his side quite happily in the media since.

This book is so new, its jacket cover is nowhere visible on the Net and one assumes it's still at the printers.

Tatlers UK will launch Naim Attallah's Fulfilment and Betrayal: 1975-1995 on March 1, 2007 to celebrate his 76th birthday. Attallah has been married to his wife, Maria, for 50 years.

This writer also predicts that the autobiography will stir up just as much controversy as Ghosting if not more and that it will be the talk of London at parties and book clubs and all the rest of it, for months afterwards. Erdel may find herself saddled with an unexpected comeuppance. Meanwhile, you can catch Elizabeth Grice's exclusive personality interview in the The Daily Telegraph today. It's wonderfully-told.

Latest book news in Britain: Famed controversial publisher Naim Attallah to tell-all in his 3-volume autobiography to be launched on May 1, 2007.

Caption shows a younger photo of the Palestinian-born Lebanese-British publisher Naim Attallah . From a penniless teen and labouring jobs as a young boy, he struck gold in literary London. Attallah is 75 now.

by Susan Abraham

With an event that spells more diamond-encrusted glamour than Naim Attallah's publishing career at Quartet Books, his buddy-comradeship with the late British author Auberon Waugh and legendary passion for women, his young publishing staff in the '80s that included the likes of Nigella Lawson and Sophia-Sackville West, his office, affectionately titled a harem with its tiger skin rugs, alluring black and white photographs and busty sculptured nudes, the flamboyant Attallah now bounces back with a new saga, in his chunky tell-all 3 volume autobiography called Fulfilment and Betrayal: 1975-1995 (Quartet Books £25).

He wrote 385,000 words in a rush in 14 months; there was so much to say and controversial injustices to clear.

This where in the midst of the glitzy baubles, Attallah was accused of being responsible for his former employer, Asprey's downfall and in 2005, tasted his private hell - that may have stretched as vast as the Pacific Ocean - when his assistant of almost 20 years Jennie Erdel , turned up with her book Ghosting, where she claimed to have composed almost all of Attallah's literary material for him. These included 2 novels, a newspaper coloumn and reviews. She also demanded credit for his private letters. And yes, there was sex involved.

This writer was in London at the time and Attallah had just churned out a tidy morality tale called The Old Ladies of Nazareth. But controversial articles and reviews of the book, many slanted in the favour of Erdel meant that Attallah may have felt shortchanged and the publicity for his little book irrevocably damaged. He complained that he was ignored almost completely by the British Press. That has long been remedied. He has managed his side quite happily in the media since.

This book is so new, its jacket cover is nowhere visible on the Net and one assumes it's still at the printers.

Tatlers UK will launch Naim Attallah's Fulfilment and Betrayal: 1975-1995 on March 1, 2007 to celebrate his 76th birthday. Attallah has been married to his wife, Maria, for 50 years.

This writer also predicts that the autobiography will stir up just as much controversy as Ghosting if not more and that it will be the talk of London at parties and book clubs and all the rest of it, for months afterwards. Erdel may find herself saddled with an unexpected comeuppance. Meanwhile, you can catch Elizabeth Grice's exclusive personality interview in the The Daily Telegraph today. It's wonderfully-told.