![]() ![]() Nowadays, the wire is considerably charged with meanings hitherto unknown to us. Words that crack like a leather whip and sting with the force of strong liquor. Richly sonorous words that fall like water from their breath. The best educated among us, struggling to speak the most obscure jargon, bring us new words every day. Why do we complain, we shadows, somber somnambulic zombies, while our leaders, yes-men, shining lights of the Nation, have fled with nothing less than the state’s coffers ? ![]() This echoing string of sounds keeps us alive. With the fine hearing of a hyena magic words echo like anthems in our ears: CANADA-UNITED STATES-AUSTRALIA-AMERICA-EUROPE-HOLLAND-SWITZERLAND-SCANDINAVIA-USA. We are tight-rope walkers on the high wire of Elsewhere, our dreams oriented on far away. ![]() 'As far off echoes from a distance sound' Since ’Le Pays sans ombre’ (The Land Without Shadow, 1994), trilogy in his home country, and ’Transit’ (Gallimard 2003), until ’Aux États-Unis d’Afrique’ and ’Passage des Larmes’ (In the United States of Africa and, Trail of Tears, Lattes publisher 20), his novels are translated into many languages. He is now teacher of French Literature at the George Washington University. Writer of short stories and novels, he published ’La galerie des fous’ by Le Serpent à Plumes magazine. ![]()
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