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All Men Want to Know traces Nina Bouraoui's blissful childhood in Algeria, a wild, sun-soaked paradise, with hazy summer afternoons spent swimming, diving, and driving across the desert. Her mother is French, her father Algerian; when racial tensions begin to surface in their neighbourhood, her mother suffers an unspeakable act of violence that forces the family to flee the country.

In Paris, eighteen-year-old Nina lives alone. It's the 1980s. Four nights a week she makes her way to The Kat, a legendary gay nightclub, where she watches women from the sidelines, afraid of her own desires, her sudden and intoxicating freedom. In her solitude, she starts to write - and finds herself writing about her mother.

All Men Want to Know is a haunting, lyrical international bestseller about mothers and daughters, about shame and sexuality, about existing between two cultures and belonging to neither. A phenomenon in France, this is a defining portrait of womanhood from one of Europe's greatest living writers.

192 pages, Paperback

First published August 22, 2018

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Nina Bouraoui

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Nina Bouraoui (born on 31 July 1967) is a French writer born in Rennes, Ille-et-Vilaine, of an Algerian father and a French mother. She spent the first fourteen years of her life in Algiers, then Zürich and Abu Dhabi. She now lives in Paris.

Her novels are mostly written in the first person and, with the exception of Avant les hommes (Before the Men), have been said by the author to be works of "auto-fiction". This is even the case for Le Bal des Murènes (The ball of moray eels), which, like Avant les hommes, has a male narrator. Since writing her first novel in 1991, Bouraoui has affirmed the influence of Marguerite Duras in her work, although the life narratives and works many other artists are also to be found in her novels (and songs). This is particularly true of Mes Mauvaises Pensées (My Bad Thoughts) which bears the imprint of Hervé Guibert, Annie Ernaux, David Lynch, Eileen Gray, and Violette Leduc amongst others. Questions of identity, desire, memory, writing, childhood and celebrity culture are some of the major themes of her work.

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2,152 reviews1,691 followers
November 10, 2022

Quando arriva a Parigi con la sua famiglia ha 14 anni. È il 17 luglio del 1981. In Algeria sta per iniziare il decennio nero, ed è per questo che i suoi decidono di venire via.
Nina, o chiunque si nasconda dietro questo io narrante, che a me ricorda sia Marguerite Duras che Annie Ernaux, dotato di una scrittura semplice ed elaborata al contempo, che abbonda di frasi brevi e virgole, parole intrecciate a immagini, poetica che contrasta con la violenza dei temi affrontati (crescere, morire, ricordare, divenire, l’omosessualità, il sangue misto, l’integralismo, l’integrazione, il meticciato…), Nina, o chi per lei, dà fuoco al passato: non risponde alle lettere degli amici algerini, sa che non li rivedrà più - strappa le foto dell’ultima gita scolastica alle rovine di Tipasa, dell’ultima estate al Club des Pins, al Moretti, ad Alger Plage.
Il dolore non deve rallentarla.

Il racconto avanza a capitoli molto brevi tutti con un titolo che si ripete, ‘ricordare’, ‘divenire’, ‘sapere’: i primi generalmente dedicati ai suoi primi quattordici anni di vita trascorsi in Algeria, i secondi ai suoi diciotto anni, la conquista dell’indipendenza - vive da sola a Parigi, i genitori sono trasferiti negli Emirati - l’omosessualità; gli altri coinvolgono i nonni, sia quelli paterni algerini che quelli materni francesi, ricostruiscono le loro storie e di conseguenza quelle dei suoi genitori, la storia della famiglia prima della sua nascita. La nascita di Nina, o chiunque si nasconda dietro questo io narrante.
E poi, alla fine del viaggio, al termine di questo breve memoir che stilla bellezza, i capitoli prendono un altro titolo: Essere.

Questa e le due foto che precedono sono di Robert Mapplethorpe.

Non vado a cercarmi la sofferenza. Non mi piace soffrire. Non voglio soffrire, ma la sofferenza mi sveglia. Mi apre il cuore. Mi fa tremare le mani. Mi fa scrivere… tengo ormai un diario nella speranza che venga trovato, per non dovermi più spiegare – che la scrittura parli al posto mio e mi liberi.

Tamanrasset nel sud dell’Algeria dove si trova l’eremo di padre Charles de Foucauld ora tenuto dalla Piccole Sorelle del Sacro Cuore.
June 5, 2022
In the past week or so I’ve picked up three books I’d previously DNFed in the hopes that I would like them better now...turns out instead that I shouldn’t have given them a second chance and that instead, I should have just trusted my gut-instinct. Lesson learned.

All Men Want to Know is an incredibly affected and stylised memoir that doesn’t ring particularly true to life. The author and narrator of All Men Want to Know is very much into navel-gazing and has a penchant for making edgy comments. The few ‘characters’ who are given lines of dialogue do not sound like particularly believable individuals, rather they sounded like the narrator masquerading as different people. They use the same type of metaphorical and flashy language, and similarly to her have a propensity for making fake-deep statements about human nature, society, queerness etc.
The narrative is divided into sections called Remembering, Becoming, and Knowing. These last one or two pages and present us with what amounts to an underdeveloped and fragmented snapshot of the author’s life. This technique is sadly all the rage and if you enjoyed Pik-Shuen Fung’s Ghost Forest you might actually be able to appreciate All Men Want to Know in a way that I was unable to. In the Remembering segments, Bouraoui writes about her childhood, specifically about growing up in Algeria to an Algerian father and a French mother. In Becoming and Knowing Bouraoui is living in Paris in the 80s and going to lesbian bars and clubs, unsure whether she actually wants to find someone or not. I should have found these sections somewhat relatable as they are seemingly intent on exploring her internalised homophobia but the way she articulates her anxieties, fears, and desires struck me as laboured and showy.
Nothing about her childhood or her time in Paris is rendered clearly to us. The studied language takes the centre-stage. Which would have been bearable if say her prose was anything like Ocean Vuong or Caleb Azumah Nelson. But her style just isn’t as lyrical and readable as theirs These impressionistic snapshots of her life left no lasting impressions on me as they failed to capture the scenes they were supposedly meant to capture. They begin randomly and end abruptly so that I was left wondering what function they served in the overall narrative. I also found the way the author writes about things such as sexual abuse and suicide to be tasteless and sensationalistic. She seemed more intent on using a certain type of language than on showing any sensitivity towards these topics. Much of the imagery included in this novel was clichéd (we have the classic scene featuring ‘blood’ on ‘sheets’). There was nothing subversive or thought-provoking about this memoir. I found myself disliking Bouraoui and I was vexed in particular by her endless self-dramatizing. Her queer friends all blur together, they are given barely any lines and serve the role of filler. We don’t really gain any insight into Bouraoui’s family dynamics nor are her mother or father particularly fleshed out. Bouraoui also has the habit of speaking on behalf of other characters, so that she will write about the thoughts and feelings someone else is allegedly experiencing as if these are true (rather than her speculations). Although this book is desperately trying to be sensual and deep, it is neither of these things. I found it boring, unconvincing, and sensationalistic. The best thing about this book is the cover. A truly banal excuse of a book.

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302 reviews35 followers
June 26, 2021
hmm i'm left with the feeling that i should have liked this more than i really did. the family drama, the gorgeous prose, the exploration of sexuality, and the unfamiliar setting all lured me in but i just didn't warm to it. the fragmented nature of the narration always left me wanting more in a way that felt neither intentional nor enjoyable. maybe it was the fault of the translation? i don't know.
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225 reviews24 followers
June 23, 2021
What makes us who we are to ourselves? When I think about myself - how do I understand who I am and how I arrived at being this person? In large part that self-understanding is a collection of memories. None of us (with extremely rare exceptions) remember every moment of every day. We have select memories of our pasts, usually associated with feelings, and as we age those memories form us.

All Men Want to Know is an elegant piece of writing, a spare and beautifully assembled collection of the author’s memories. She gives us moments - here a paragraph, here a page - from her childhood in Algiers with her mother and a father often absent on business travels, months with her grandparents in France, her young adulthood in Paris where she was coming out as a lesbian. All these pieces, these snippets, these memories, assemble them selves into a mosaic of a person, a writer, the author Nina Bouraoui.

What stood out to me, is the memories in learning about the lives of parents and grandparents. As a young child, parents and grandparents exist only in the role they play for you as mother, grandmother, father, grandfather. As you age, you learn facts about them as people who had experiences and a life prior to yourself. Your memory of learning about these experiences change your understanding of your mother, your grandmother, and of yourself.

Bouraoui writes with both depth and a light touch. I look forward to finding more of her work that's been translated to English.
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283 reviews63 followers
June 14, 2021
Written in short vignettes, this is is an autofictional novel about a young woman who tells us about her experiences as a young lesbian in 1980s Paris and her upbringing in Algeria in the wake of independence. The fragmented style beautifully mirrors her fragmented identities and the ways she tries to make sense of all the things which made her and influenced her: her queerness, her sister, her white French grandparents not accepting her Algerian father and the choices her mother made, the feelings of loss and not belonging. There are layers of trauma in her family she starts to lay open. And then there are the relationships she developes with other women in the queer bar she starts frequenting.

In theory, I should have loved this book. But there was something which just did not click completely. For books with such a style I am always hoping to really love the writing on a sentence level. I want to read paragraphs and reread them because they are so stunning and layered and surprising. This did not happen here. Also there are so many themes touched upon but often not deeply developed. So in the end, while I did enjoy reading All Men Want to Know it kept me wanting more.
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732 reviews162 followers
February 24, 2022
“Non ho perduto la giovinezza, da lei provengo ed è lei ad annunciarmi.”

Lirico e suggestivo, questo è un racconto per frammenti. I brevi capitoli si alternano e si intitolano Ricordare, Sapere, Divenire…e infine Essere.
La storia è quella di una ragazza dalla doppia origine e dalla doppia patria: padre algerino, madre francese. Anche la sua identità è borderline: è una donna che ama le donne. Ma per accettarsi, per sopportare la solitudine di sentirsi diversa dagli altri, dovrà attraversare le tempeste dell’adolescenza senza soccombere, esporsi al fuoco della giovinezza senza bruciare.

A diciotto anni Nina torna in Francia, a Parigi, dove si svolge il suo divenire, cioè l’ansiosa ricerca della propria identità, di un gruppo di appartenenza, una collocazione sociale e, last but not least, dell’amore. Sono gli anni Ottanta.
Di giorno studentessa universitaria, di notte frequentatrice di locali equivoci e di ragazze estreme, la sua vita vibra di intenso desiderio verso l’essenza e la verità. Che sarà tutta da scoprire e da accogliere, perché la paura e la vergogna adesso sono più forti di tutto.
Perciò la narratrice si sente un essere ambiguo e indefinito: “una sorta di ologramma che scompare alla stessa velocità con cui è apparso”.

E intanto la sua infanzia algerina ritorna a ondate nella sua memoria, come la testimonianza di una felicità e una compattezza definitivamente perdute.

“Solo la scrittura è innocente. La pratico con grande libertà; senza orari, senza obblighi, sopraggiunge in modo brusco, secco, invasivo, e scompare non appena ritrovo la notte.”
Sarà la scrittura, dunque, il ponte tra gli opposti e incomprensibili aspetti dell’essere, sarà il tentativo di dare forma al caos che è l’aspirazione irrinunciabile a cui ogni essere umano tende.

”Non smetteremo di cercare di sapere, noi, gli uomini e le donne, uguali e differenti, lanciati nel turbine della città e degli atomi invisibili magnetici.”
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59 reviews382 followers
April 16, 2023
4.5 :)) this was so nice and 'refreshing'
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1,882 reviews46 followers
September 27, 2020
All Men Want to Know is told in a dual narrative: part of it takes place in 1980s Paris telling the characters' present story as a gay woman, and the other part is told through her memories of her childhood in Algiers, Algeria. This book is biographical fiction, and the character's story is nearly identical to the author's own.

The part of the story set in Algeria explores the idea of national identity (both character and author have a French mother and an Algerian father), and I found this theme to be very interesting. As a white American I have never struggled with similar issues, but have always been fascinated in how culture would be passed down to children like this character. Our narrator speaks French and struggles to communicate with her paternal grandmother who speaks only Arabic. The maternal grandparents are judgmental and disapproving of the marriage and their life in Algeria, which they consider a third world country. This girl is never at home. She is never accepted. She is not seen as French by the French or as Algerian by the Algerians. This part of the story made me reflect upon the stories I have read and heard about children born in Vietnam, as a result of relationships between their mothers and American military men. Ostracized and alone.

The best part of the book for me was the beautiful prose describing the colorful, warm, sunny landscape of Algeria. In 2015 I was lucky enough to visit their neighbor, Morocco, and fell in love with everything about the place. This book presented Algeria as a similarly vibrant place. But of course there is also a dark, violent part of life, which tangibly affects our narrator's mother and results in their exit from the country

The part of the story which takes place in Paris when the character is an adult examines her identity as a gay woman. It was the 1980s and so she lived in hiding. She visited a gay bar, but couldn't pay for anything with a credit card or check. She couldn't give her phone number. She couldn't allow any trace of her gay life to leak. It is a powerful story to read in today's world. However, I didn't feel this part of the story was written as beautifully as that set in Algeria.

Still, the fact that both narratives are discussions on the theme of identity -- national (macro) and personal (micro) -- was smart and interesting.
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187 reviews131 followers
June 7, 2021

this month’s choice for my translated fiction book club came courtesy of bouraoui’s work of “auto-fiction” documenting snippets of her life as a half-french, half-algerian queer woman dividing her time between the two countries. it’s been a long time since I’ve read any French / Algerian literature - the one and only experience being with Albert Camus and the less I say about him the better. however bouraoui’s short, sharp prose coupled with that sense of existential european ennui make for a killer combination.

auto-fiction as a genre is quite a complex concept, immediately providing the reader with a notion of distrust and unreliability towards the narrator. can we truly trust bouraoui’s experiences and voice? will the truth be presented honestly or will our perspectives be skewed with biased and tainted memories. wholeheartedly, these thoughts never crossed my mind as I became engrossed with bouraoui’s laissez-faire writing style that is distinctly Very Very French.

with no linear timeline, each “chapter” flits between different memories and encounters throughout the authors life; becoming, knowing and remembering. her experiences as a queer woman in France, exploring the club scene and her relationships with other women during a time when homosexuality was still a contentious issue in society provided an enlightening insight into what the generation before our own experienced, that many continue to today. her memories of Algeria and the racist tensions between her two families echo the experiences of other mixed-race writers who lived through those heightened political tensions.

despite bouraoui’s short sentences and didactic, journalistic style, her work and writing invite us into an underground lifestyle that you can tell she is still getting to grips with now. I’m very excited to discuss with my book club and would highly encourage you to add this to your pride month reading list
November 8, 2022
Nog ééntje dat, als het aan mij lag, uit veel meer pagina’s mocht bestaan!!!!
De gevoelens die gepaard gaan met de dualiteit van immigratie en LGBTQi worden heel mooi omgezet in woorden.
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52 reviews61 followers
June 6, 2021
This was my first foray into auto-fiction, one that I found beautifully written & utterly captivating. Bouraoui is masterful in her prose & an author I feel like I should read more of. I particularly loved the short chapters & dual narrative, painting a picture of her younger years in her birth country Algeria & her life now in Paris - at points I felt as if I was there. Bouraoui’s examination of her identify as a gay women was incredibly insightful & yet again I felt as if I have learnt a fair bit. All this being said, I will mention that I did find this one to be lacking something - not sure if it’s just the way I perceived it yet it felt as if it was skimming the surface of her story with no real depth. I still feel like so many will enjoy this one, so please don’t be put off!
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64 reviews3 followers
February 13, 2023
i really enjoyed this but i think its partly because im biased towards short chapters.
its written nicely but it could be more, even then though it doesnt mean its a bad book. also really relate to her feelings of growing up as though she were a boy and that was why she liked women, how she had such bad internalised homophobia and that she was her fathers son :)
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661 reviews
July 9, 2020
I want to know who I am, what I am made of, what I can hope for; I trace the thread of my past back as far as it will take me, making my way through the mysteries that haunt me, hoping to unravel them.
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165 reviews24 followers
June 28, 2020
Book 28 of 2020 - All Men Want to Know

Thank-you to NetGalley and the publisher for providing this book in exchange for an honest review.

The narrative of All Men Want to Know fluctuates between 1980s Paris and the narrator's childhood in Algiers, Algeria, which became independent from France in 1962.

It’s categorized as fiction, but the details of our narrator are identical to the author. I would say it’s contemporary auto-fiction.

I think the overall theme is identity issues: The narrator was born to a French mother and an Algerian father, and there are competing claims on her national identity. Her maternal grandparents live in Rennes and do not approve of their daughter's marriage or her (and consequently their granddaughters) living in Algiers, which they consider the third world. The narrator's native tongue is French, and she struggles to communicate with her Algerian grandmother who speaks only Arabic. To be French-Algerian after Algeria's Independence is not to inhabit two worlds, it is to exist in an unfamiliar, liminal space, neither here nor there. There are several really gorgeous descriptions of sunny Algiers, a mosaic of colour and tranquility, but underneath the glittering landscape is a dark undercurrent. This predominantly manifests as violence towards women: the narrator's mother returns home one day, her clothes torn and her face dirty, and tells her daughters not to ask what happened to her, while years later the narrator's local pharmacist is brutally murdered by her own son for not remarrying after leaving his cheating father, living what he deems is an "unhonest" life. This violence underscores the other facet of our narrator's identity, her sexuality.

In the present, she is a regular at a lesbian club in Paris, the Katmandou or "The Kat". She pays for everything in cash, no credit card or cheque book, she never checks her coat in case of a police raid, and she never gives out her number to other girls or accepts a ride home: she leaves no trace of herself and allows for no opportunity to be discovered in her normal life. The fear of consequences for being different is instilled in her.

The narrative flows very well, I read it in one sitting. The unprecedented English heat was perfect for reading about sun-baked Algeria. The prose is romantic but direct, which I like but it also fluctuates too seamlessly between Paris, Rennes, and Algiers, between the present and the past (including her mother's childhood in WWII-torn France), you have to keep an eye on who, where, when. (There’s a chance this is the proof copy I got, but also could be technique.)

Bouraoui never really settles anywhere, either. The ebb and flow between dark and light, between two worlds, washes up a lot of emotional debris that dissolves quickly in to the sand and never really gets explored. There is a constant sense that we are building up to something that never materializes.

It was nice, but I don’t think I’ll be thinking about it for long.
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544 reviews
March 15, 2019
"Finnas till
Jag skriver spannen och tystnaderna, det som inte
syns, det som inte hörs. Jag skriver vägarna som man
undviker och dem som har glömts bort. Jag omfamnar
De andra, dem vars historia fortplantar sig in i min,
likt sötvattensströmmen som mynnar ut i havet. Jag
får vålnaderna att tala för att de ska sluta förfölja mig.
Jag skriver eftersom mamma höll sina böcker mot bröstet
som om de hade varit barn."
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69 reviews6 followers
July 28, 2021
finally a five star rating!!!! please please read this book. such a beautiful account of coming of age as a queer woman, this one touched me in that way good literature should do but so rarely does.
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Author 5 books231 followers
August 6, 2020
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I think that All Men Want To Know is going to be a Marmite of a book in that readers will either love the atmosphere and character Bouraoui creates, or will be very irritated by her writing style. Personally I am firmly in the first camp!

In what she describes as 'autobiographical fiction' Bouraoui explores her overwhelming sense of not belonging. She is half-Algerian and half-French and finds herself suspended between each of these cultures without being at home in either. She is also a closeted lesbian whose coming out would be prevented by the strict social taboos of her Algerian childhood so she struggles to establish a sexual identity for herself even in the more open climate of 1980s Paris. All the aspects of her personality are jumbled together and this is brilliantly expressed through similar jumbling of the first person narration of All Men Want To Know. Our unnamed narrator skips between moments from her Algerian childhood to nights at a Parisian nightclub, memories of her French grandmother to her intense need to write. Some scenes last for a page or more, others might be just a paragraph, so the full novel reads more as stream of consciousness than organised memoir.

I loved the sense of not knowing where to draw lines between Bouraoui the character and Bouraoui the author and this reminded me of reading Seeing Red by Lina Meruane. All Men Want To Know has such a powerful authenticity to it that I came away feeling as though I truly understood our narrator's personal confusion. This is very much a novel of women's experiences and women's relationships between friends and within families as well as sexual love. I highly recommend this book to readers of intense psychological stories and to people who can empathise with feeling alienated.
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Author 1 book122 followers
September 23, 2021
Bouraoui, like other French novelists I've read, shapes her novel very differently from an English-language novel. Her concern is with place, atmosphere, and the passage of time, and this novel explores the same things over and over from different angles in order to build up a particular atmosphere. Bouraoui is writing of her childhood in Algiers in the 1970s, and of her discovery of the lesbian underground in Paris in the 1980s. These two time periods are intercut, the sections building around one another to create an atmosphere of unease and a sense of societal tension. Reading this, I tried to immerse myself in Bouraoui's language, and to realise that she wasn't trying to develop a plot thread, or even explore characters in any depth. At times, I found very moving ideas in this book, particularly around childhood and the dislocation of being 'other' as a child, but I was also frustrated by Bouraoui's refusal to draw out any of her characters, or to create any emotional development or catharsis. I wanted to be moved by this book, but, ultimately, I was only frustrated by it.
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1,404 reviews240 followers
May 10, 2019
En ny författare för mig. Vill läsa allt av henne.
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276 reviews39 followers
February 17, 2023
Wie ben ik en hoe ben ik deze persoon geworden? Om deze vraag te beantwoorden, kom je vrijwel altijd terug bij een verzameling herinneringen. Het leest als een dagboek, vol herinneringen en zelfreflectie. Het was verstrooid en chaotisch, maar ook moedig en eerlijk. Een ontroerend lang gedicht, waarin inkt holtes en stiltes tekent. Een boek over je vreemd voelen in je seksualiteit en altijd op zoek zijn naar wat een thuis definieert wanneer die uit je jeugd onder je vandaan werd gerukt. En dit boek is een prachtige liefdesbrief aan haar moeder.

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“I want to know who I am, what I am made of, what I can hope for; I trace the thread of my past back as far as it will take me, making my way through the mysteries that haunt me, hoping to unravel them.”

"I write in complete freedom: I have no timetable, no obligations; words, phrases well up, abrupt, sudden, intrusive, only to disappear as soon as I go back out into the night." - p.13

"I don't know which holds more danger to for me, the life I'm building or the life recreated, written about, altered sometimes, improved upon. Writing is an elixir - the act of writing soothes me, brings me happiness." - p.20

"I write to absolve myself of my homosexuality. I write to be loved. I dream of being recognized, of books as bulwarks. It will be years before I can rid myself of the fantasy that words can protect, mend what is broken, make everything better. - p.44

"I write to fill the hole left by my relationship with Julia, I write from morning till night, believing in the power of my words to recreate what I have lost. I enter a parallel world hoping it will prove less treacherous, but the questions that haunt me remain unsolved. Writing brings no comfort, it merely pours oil on the fire. - p.139

"I am air and metal, tarmac and oxygen, I am a slave to my desire, willingly enslaved. In her bedroom, dawn is already breaking, clouds casting shadows on the walls. I am at the centre of the world, I am king, queen, I am my own bride, my flesh on her flesh, my skin on her skin, her breath, her silences, her smell suffused with mine. (...) Everything falls away, the sounds of the city stirring, the lilac hues of the dawn sky, the wind beneath the roof, the weight of the unknown. I am the same but I've changed, I've let go, I'm floating free on this waking dream, desired and disiring - I have no past, no future, no witness, here in her hands I could cease to be, and yet I am reborn." - p.171

"I write the spaces and the silences, the unseen and unheard. I write the paths not taken, the forgotten roads. I hold fast to Others, those whose past flows into mine, like rivers spilling into sea. I give voice to ghosts to stop them from haunting me. I write because of my mother, who clasped her books to her breast like children." - p.172
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161 reviews21 followers
February 25, 2022
« L’écriture n’apaise pas, c’est le feu sur le feu. »

Je ne sais pas quoi dire tellement je suis couverte d’amour pour ce roman et cette femme. Un joyau.
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87 reviews61 followers
May 16, 2023
a collection of vignettes that explore themes of girlhood, sexuality, mother-daughter relationships, and
navigating multiple racial & cultural identities — read this in two sittings and found myself extremely captured by Bouraoui’s writing style. The perfect short novel for a hot summers read
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20 reviews48 followers
January 9, 2022
This book came to me at just the right time
I don't think I had anything to do with it
it just found its way to me and then devoured me
It showed me all the colours of melancholy
brought me a strange love for something far away
something foreign
to long for
to ache for

I loved it

Thank you Nina
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164 reviews
April 14, 2023
idk man this just wasn't my style. found it really boring. i thought i'd like the little vignettes but it made the process of reading this too confusing for me

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34 reviews3 followers
June 27, 2021
ljuvlig bok, älskade! kombinerar att hänga på obskyra nattklubbar i paris och vara heartbroken med att vara ett barn och flänga runt mellan algeriskt krig och franska herrgårdar, så fint så fint
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