Marun Abbud

Abbud, Marun

 

Born Feb. 9, 1886, in the village of Ain-Kafa’a; died 1962. Arab Lebanese writer, journalist, and literary historian.

Born into a peasant family, Abbud studied at the Beirut Law Institute. He contributed to the journal Al-Rauda and others. His first short story, “Marik’s Widow,” was published in 1935. In his collections of stories Pages and Tales (1945) and Giant Dwarfs (1948), Abbud portrays a gallery of fellahin types. In his collection of articles From a Bag (1953), he critically surveys the life of Lebanese society. Abbud’s historical novella Red Emir (1954) shows Emir Bashir as a reformer, contradicting the view of official historiography. Abbud is also the author of a series of monographs on Arab writers of past centuries.

WORKS

In Russian translation:
[Stories,] in the collection Rasskazy pisatelei Livana. Moscow, 1958 “Vdova Marika,” in the collection Sovremennaia arab-skaia proza. Moscow-Leningrad, 1961.
“Stupen’ki,” in the collection Sovremennaia arabskaia novella. Moscow, 1963.
“Propoved’ Ottsa Stefana,” in the collection V moem gorode idet dozhd’. Moscow, 1966.

REFERENCES

Solov’ev, V., I. Fil’shtinskii, and D. lusupov. Arabskaia literatura. Moscow, 1964.
Ode-Vasil’eva, K. V. Foreword, in the collection Rasskazy pisatelei Livana. Moscow, 1958.

G. P. BOGOLIUBOVA

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