In the eponymous Cairo establishment an observer is drawn in by the retired belly dancer who runs it and stays for the company of the other men and the young patrons who include a woman. The 1952 revolution is a decade and some years in the past and everyone talks politics - until the young people repeatedly disappear and reappear worn down but not disclosing the reasons for their absence. Eventually our observer is able to collect some of their stories of imprisonment, violence and betrayal all centered around the 1967 defeat. There is no resolution, but only fragments of what happens when a nation believes its own lies and uses power because it has power.
There is a claustrophobic sense to the story, because once the narrator enters the cafe it is almost as if that is the only place the older characters exist and the younger ones have witness to what happened to them outside. ( )

This novel begins with a man casually dropping into a cafe and becoming the observer of a love obsession of a former belly dancer, now owner of the cafe, with Hilmi Hamada, a young medical student who frequents the cafe with his friends except for the times he and his group of young friends repeatedly and suddenly stop appearing. The question is what is happening to these students during their absences from the cafe? It it something political? Is it imprisonment? They say it’s a trip, but the students appear changed when they reappear after these abrupt absences.

Having previously lived in Israel, I found it interesting to learn about the Egyptian politics of that time, although I was too young at the time of the Egyptian Revolution of 1952 for me to have known anything about it. I read about it now to give more context to this novel.

It seems as if, in every political situation, it’s always the college students that get it the roughest. Plainly put, they know too much. Hence they have too much power in the eyes of the governmental elite. This is such a universal fact. It was hard to read how this scenario played out in this novel.

I liked the way this story was told. It was like viewing a scene through different windows as each character described his or her experiences in dealing with friendship, political alliances and betrayal. The political discussions at the end of the book were really timeless as well as the statement by the one-time secret police interrogator. ( )

Karnak Cafe, by Naguib Mahfouz, is a thin novel by any measure though written by a master. Clearly his Cairo Trilogy remains supreme. I don't have a good reason for you to read this novel. A lot of talk about the revolution takes place in the Karnak Cafe, but it is a lot of chatter. ( )

Hay países, que parece que lleven una eternidad en procesos de revolución. Así es la historia de Egipto en estos últimos tiempos. Ya lo era en los años 70, en la época de la guerra de los siete días, y lo ha sido hace unos meses con el derrocamiento popular de Mubarak. Cuando esas revoluciones, que privan de derechos a sus ciudadanos, se perpetúan, pasan a convertirse en regímenes semidictatoriales, que solo buscan perpetuarse en el poder. Mahfuz nos relata este caso a través de los clientes habituales de un café en Egipto. ( )

Et spændende tidsbillede fra omkring junikrigen i Cairo. En cafe og dens stamgæster og deres historier. Meget velskrevet. ( )