Hell on Earth,
Ce commentaire fait référence à cette édition : Wolves of the Crescent Moon (Broché)
Readers may find its first few chapters a bit hard to digest, but once its rhythm and passion is understood, this well -crafted, colourful novel, banned in Saudi Arabia is pure bliss. It does (and does not really) take place during a single sleepless night in a bus terminal in what main protagonist Turad calls hell on earth, the Saudi capital Riyadh. There is little action apart from Turad sitting, walking, eating something in the vicinity of the terminal. Finding an official personal file left accidentally by a bus passenger and making a phone call in the early morning are Turad’s main exertions.
But the novel reflects his roaring stream of thoughts about his own life and that of a number of persons he is or was associated with. Two deserve special mention because they are losers in life, like Turad, who is a Bedouin who robbed caravans in the desert and has since been disowned by his tribe. He has lost his standing, his place in the world. The second character is Tewfik, born Hasan, an elderly eunuch captured as a young boy in Sudan and smuggled into Saudi Arabia as a slave. He lost his parents, his manhood, his land of birth, and when slavery was abolished, the relative security its status provided…
The third person is the person in the official file, Nasir, a foundling whom a state agency provided with a name and fake parentage, which disqualifies him from ever attaining full citizenship, which require deep tribal roots and a family name starting with Al-. But what if he were adopted?
Strange and intriguing, highly re-readable, passionate, occasionally lyrical or furious, the author exposes indifference and hypocrisy in a closed conservative society thriving on exclusion and exploitation. A cry for compassion, not a political manifest. Given its modest size also highly recommended for reading groups/clubs.
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