Nafisi's book seems to pivot on contrasts between imagination and concrete situation, between bookish sympathy and social cruelty, between universals of art and specifics of people and place. Though Iran is not Lolita and the Ayatollah not Humbert, one can find densely contrasting paragraphs like this one on page 148 of the paperback: _____ "I found myself walking with a group of chanting students who had appeared magically. Suddenly, we heard the sound of bullets, which seemed to be coming out of nowhere. The bullets were real. One moment we were standing in front of the wide iron gate of the university and then I found myself running toward the bookstores, most of which had closed because of the unrest. I took cover under the awning of one that was still open. Nearby, a music vendor had left his tape deck running; some singer's mournful voice lamenting his love's betrayal." _____ Another contrast along these lines is between the writings of Mike Gold and F. Scott Fitzgerald, between the ideological and the aesthetic. Nafisi gives the ideologue little space except as a corruption of the aesthetic. And when writ large in politics, the ideologue's corruption is writ large, as on page 109: "The Islamic Revolution, as it turned out, did more damage to Islam by using it as an instrument of oppression than any alien ever could have done." ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html