A Tunisian Tale

A Tunisian Tale
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After ne'er-do-wells spread rumors about a widowed mother's weak moral character among the people of a slum on the outskirts of Tunis that festers with migrants who have come to the metropolis from the heartland in search of a better life, her twenty-year-old son takes matters into his own hands and commits an unspeakable crime. An imaginative and disturbing novel told from the alternating viewpoints of this unrepentant sociopath, as he sits and fumes on death row but willingly guides us through his juvenile exploits and twisted memories, and his murdered mother, who calmly gives an account of her interrupted life from beyond the grave, <em>A Tunisian Tale </em>introduces the narrative talents of Hassouna Mosbahi to an English-language audience for the first time, as he confronts both taboos of Tunisian society and the boundaries of conventional storytelling.

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Hassouna Mosbahi. A Tunisian Tale

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“There is no folly of the beasts of the

earth which is not infinitely outdone

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At first the two of them avoided me, they ignored my presence, but I soon persuaded them to join me. It was easy once the two of them noticed how I was throwing money around. As we walked down onto the dance floor, her chest pressed against mine and her lips touched my cheek. I whispered to the one I think is named Naima that I was going to let her taste something she’d never had before. At that moment she pulled in closer to me and started stroking it with her warm hand until I couldn’t take it any more and we slipped into the garden to do it for the first time standing up. Then we finished up in the hotel where I was staying. I didn’t leave her until she had squealed twice with pleasure. Was it because of the monstrous act I had committed that my friend regained his vitality and no longer betrayed me like he used to do in the past?

I woke up around noon and found a letter from the one I think is named Naima informing me that she’d be waiting for me at the nightclub around the same time as the night before. But I didn’t want her anymore. So after ten I started cruising around from one nightclub to the next. In each one I drank a beer or two. I finally went back to the hotel at nine the next morning, flying somewhere between heaven and earth, with dreams and thoughts flickering in my head like the stars above. When I opened my eyes those towering bodies filled my tiny room and their eyes communicated their readiness to bash my head in if I showed the slightest sign of obstinacy or resistance.

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