Exiles from Fairyland: Finding Your Phynnodderee on the Isle of Man


“Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room” – Mahmoud Darwish

Condemned to exile from fairyland. Condemned to exile from fairyland.

Postmodernity’s cry for the primacy of the narrative, a narrative that inescapably traps us in meanings we never intended has guaranteed that we are all exiles.  Exiles from paradise.  Exiles from our society.  Exiles from ourselves.  We are creatures running from the ideal, pressing against our cultural bounds, and desperately trying to engage patterns of thought that exist outside of us.  But like all exiles, we construct elaborate fantasies of a triumphant escape from estrangement and a re-establishment of an empire at which we are the center, not in the egotistical Napoleonic sense, rather in attempt to feel that our ideas and actions have import for the cosmos.  As Salman Rushdie observed, “Exile is a dream of glorious return. Exile…

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