I haven't read "Out of Egypt" yet, but I didn't have to read it to get a sense of where Aciman's melancholy and nostalgia in this book, stems from. This book of essays is about his life as an exile. The book warmed my insides like tea on a cold day. A man, an immigrant, an exile, misses his home (which doesn't feel like home anymore since his family was forced to leave), and with his lyrical and beautifully written narrative, there is no way you can read and not sense it. In fact, it pulls you in. Yet the history lesson on post colonialism in Egypt for African-born Europeans, is the haunting story in itself.
On his visit to Alexandria after years (I believe 30, but don't hold me accountable to that): "...Everything about me trying to discourage contact with a city that is, after all, the only one I think I love. Like characters in Homer, I want to be wrapped in a cloud and remain invisible, not realizing that, like all revenants, I am perhaps a ghost, a specter already."
His thoughts on expatriation: "Expatriation, like love, is not only a condition that devastates and reconfigures the self; it is, like love, a trope, a figure with which we try to explain, to narrate profound psychological disruptions in terms of very measurable entities: a person, a place, an event, a moment, etc."