No matter how hard Rachid tries to recreate himself, to become educated
and worldly--to "learn English"--it is impossible for this hip Beiruti
with his cell phone and high-speed internet to sever the connection to
his past in the Lebanese village of Zgharta, known for its "tough guys"
and old-fashioned clan mentality. When the news of his father's murder,
a case of blood revenge, reaches him by chance through a newspaper
report, it drags him inescapably back into the world of his past.
Suddenly he is plunged once again into the endless questions that
plagued his childhood: questions about his parents' marriage and his own
legitimacy, questions he would rather have forgotten and which threaten
not only his new lifestyle, but now, according to the protocol of
vendetta culture, his very life. The accomplished al-Daif hooks his
readers from page one of this, his ninth, novel--partly with pieces and
fragments of suspense-filled plot and partly with his typically
idiosyncratic narrator, whose bizarre stories, comical asides and
uncannily perceptive comments on human nature lead us through this
tantalizing, funny, and sober book about the hold the past has on
Lebanon, and on us all.