Fiction
I Remember Beirut
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Zeina AbirachedZeina Abirached was born in 1981 in Beirut, Lebanon. She studied at the Académie Libanaise des Beaux-Arts (ALBA) in Beirut and at the École Nationale Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs (ENSAD) in Paris. The main subject of her work has been the Lebanese Civil War. Mourir, partir, revenir: Le jeu des hirondelles was published in English translation as A Game for Swallows: To Die, To Leave, To Return (Graphic Universe/Lerner Books, 2012), for which it received a French Voices grant. I Remember: Beirut will also be published in English by Lerne Books, in 2014. She currently lives in Paris, where she continues to draw comics. She will attend the Brooklyn Book Festival in September 2013.
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