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008			130403s2013 nyuab 000 0 eng
010			_a 2013003827
020			_a9781594488320
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050	0	0	_aDS354. _bB335 2013
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100	1		_aBadkhen, Anna, _d1976-.
245	1	4	_aThe world is a carpet : _bfour seasons in an Afghan village / _cAnna Badkhen.
260			_aNew York, New York : _bRiverhead Books, _c©2013.
300			_a271 pages : _billustrations, maps ; _c22 cm.
520			_aSummary: "An unforgettable portrait of a place and a people shaped by centuries of art, trade, and war. In the middle of the salt-frosted Afghan desert, in a village so remote that Google can’t find it, a woman squats on top of a loom, making flowers bloom in the thousand threads she knots by hand. Here, where heroin is cheaper than rice, every day is a fast day. B-52s pass overhead--a sign of America’s omnipotence or its vulnerability, the villagers are unsure. They know, though, that the earth is flat--like a carpet. Anna Badkhen first traveled to this country in 2001, as a war correspondent. She has returned many times since, drawn by a land that geography has made a perpetual battleground, and by a people who sustain an exquisite tradition there. Through the four seasons in which a new carpet is woven by the women and children of Oqa, she immortalizes their way of life much as the carpet does--from the petal half-finished where a hungry infant needs care to the interruptions when the women trade sex jokes or go fill in for wedding musicians scared away by the Taliban. As Badkhen follows the carpet out into the world beyond, she leaves the reader with an indelible portrait of fates woven by centuries of art, war, and an ancient trade that ultimately binds the invaded to the invader"—provided by publisher.
520			_a"In the middle of the salt-frosted Afghan desert, in a village so remote that Google can’t find it, a woman squats on top of a loom, making flowers bloom in the thousand threads she knots by hand. Here, where heroin is cheaper than rice, every day is a fast day. B-52s pass overhead--a sign of America’s omnipotence or its vulnerability, the villagers are unsure. They know, though, that the earth is flat -- like a carpet. Anna Badkhen first traveled to this country in 2001, as a war correspondent. She has returned many times since, drawn by a land that geography has made a perpetual battleground, and by a people who sustain an exquisite tradition there. Through the four seasons in which a new carpet is woven by the women and children of Oqa, she immortalizes their way of life much as the carpet does, from the petal half-finished where a hungry infant needs care to the interruptions where the women trade sex jokes or go fill in for wedding musicians scared away by the Taliban. As Badkhen follows the carpet out into the world beyond, she leaves the reader with an indelible portrait of fates woven by centuries of art, war, and an ancient trade that ultimately binds the invaded to the invader"—provided by publisher.
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600	1	0	_aBadkhen, Anna, _d1976-.
650		0	_aWomen _z Afghanistan _x Social conditions _y 21st century.
650		0	_aWomen weavers _z Afghanistan.
650		0	_aRugs, Oriental _z Afghanistan.
650		0	_aCarpets _z Afghanistan.
650		0	_aWeaving _z Afghanistan.
651		0	_aAfghanistan _x Social life and customs.
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