#JeSuisHungryby Wendell Steavenson / April 21, 2016 / Leave a comment
Published in May 2016 issue of Prospect Magazine
The day I finished writing a novel about the us-and-them of our terrorist times, I went for a walk over to the other side of Montmartre, the back of the Butte, where the 18th arrondissement descends into an immigrant neighbourhood and wondery tourists are replaced by African and Maghrebi faces. I mingled among the market bustle, the piles of plantain and the bottles of orange palm oil. Traders hawked handbags and bunches of mint and there were flurries of activity when the police appeared. France is still under a state of emergency. As I sat in an Algerian cafe, I heard the news of the attacks in Brussels. Initial reports said 13 dead, but I knew the number was sure to rise.
#JeSuisHungry. I had an idea to go to Seville to explore the overlap of Moorish Andalus and Christian Spain. What was left from the last time our cultures spent several hundred years living together before they fell back onto the spikes of intolerance, forced conversion and expulsion?