博客來Tin-n-Ouahr is a novel. ＂Road＂ is the third volume on six. This is a summary presentation. Books can be read separately or in full, without altering the pleasure of reading.
AUTHOR’S BIOGRAPHY DEDICATED BY ONE OF HIS FRIENDS, NOW DISAPPEARED:＂Muhammad Jamal El Kadiri was born in 1953. Political scientist by training, he is came early to writing, later for publication, by taste and quality requirement. His novels is talented, but harsh and incisive. It depicts with a startling reality the vicissitude of the intellectuals in his country. His [literary time] leaves the reader with a strange feeling of duration, captive and held in suspense until the last sentence.＂FOREWORD:
If the characters, facts and chronological of this work largely correspond to authentically lived situations, they are nevertheless novel creations. Thus, dialogues, marginal scenes, descriptions and novelistic thoughts, necessary for any literary construction, have been voluntarily added by the author. Names of persons, military acronyms, and most of the names of places have been deliberately modified, their geographical location hidden. Any foreign resemblance in the text would be purely fortuitous, and could not therefore be ambiguous. MANUSCRIPTS AT READING:
My texts do not claim to have the physico-chemical consistency of the diamond, which is a rare mineral, at beauty always singular. If it symbolizes purity, I dare claim somewhat in my writing process, you are well aware, dear readers, that nothing can resist at the erosion and relentlessness of time, not even a rare stone, unlike the myth. However, my quest to want fix in time my writing has been a constant in my novel research project, registering in a dialectic perhaps containing elements of plastic and artistic appreciation who neglect and forget by moment the transience of time. Critical scholars in the world of literature can identify and seize this requirement, or do not see it at all. Will you become diehard fans of my books ? SYMBOLIC OF THE NOVEL:
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＂I was very happy to know your friends,＂ said Ann-Mary, in a kind of half dream, just before sleep takes her companion. - Friend is a heavy word of meaning, Ann. One must have kept the innocence of a child to measure its exact meaning. Let’s say that they are my barracks mates, that’s all ... We do not stop doing a lot of nonsense together ... Bigre, what did you find them so extraordinary? - Their thirst for life ... And the tolerance visible to your face in their presence. Their epicureanism in the face of your pantheism ... - Ha, ha, ha! It is true that the soldiers momentarily escaped from the barracks obviously have the behavior of people who want to chew on their life ... Have everything, quickly and at the same time ... As for my pantheism, I thought I had buried in high school ... You are, with one of my teachers of French the only person who has guessed this trait of character ... I have to hide it badly ... It did not, in any case, not serve much in my relations with society ... She likes rather those who have very material desires, demanded with a language of firmness, satiated with determination. ＂ They fall asleep little by little, one in the arms of the other, in the so short marine tranquility of the early morning. They are superbly ignorant of what tomorrow will bring. But where, this time, on the road, Tewfiq?
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In Tin-n-Ouahr, Volume 3, Chapter 12
