Sā‘edī, man va pāyān-e safar-e safīrān-e Khedīv-e Meṣr Persiska (Farsi) 2025

Sa‘edi, Me, and The End of the Journey of the Khedive of Egypt’s Envoys by Javad Javaheri is an intimate and unguarded narrative of the years of exile and reflections on Gholam-Hossein Sa‘edi—a great writer who lived in Paris with vodka and words, and who never truly returned from exile. It is a journey through memory and time, poised between reality and imagination, written on the fortieth anniversary of his silence.
Forty years after the death of Gholamhossein Saedi, Javad Javaheri, in a brief yet powerful narrative, lifts the curtain on an encounter that forms part of the literary history of Iranian exile: the meeting of a young writer with a weary, exiled Saedi—still writing, still restless—in Paris. In this account, Saedi is not a distant myth, but a living human being: a writer who, in a small room, reads his unfinished novel to the narrator and reconstructs the troubled world of exile through his stories.

This book bears witness to fleeting friendships, to the wound of exile, and to the fate of a generation that searches for itself—and loses itself—in the mirror of Saedi.

Saedi did not die. Like so many others, he was made to die. It does not matter that such a word does not exist—I create it. We come from a blood-soaked place.