A dazzling darkness

In a modest house, situated on the front line of a bloody war, a woman tirelessly watches over her husband. This man is a mujahid wounded by a bullet in the neck for an insult thrown into the face of another. Forced by his entourage to be alone with her husband, she saw hanging rhythm of breaths of the dying. Faced with this inert body, the woman is gradually to talk about anything but mostly everything from his childhood memories, their hopes dashed, his suffering, his tricks to survive, his courage, his frustration, his lies, his love and hatred. Trusting in this body still as a stone, this woman gradually releases social shackles in which it is locked from birth. The husband's body will thus become a "Syngué sabour" a "stone of patience", a stone which in Persian mythology, listens, absorbs like a sponge every whispered secret until one day it explodes and the individual is free from all.
The spare style surprises and leaves a significant share of fantasy to the reader: it "feels" the war, heat, fear and insecurity, it "guesses" the atrocities that surround this woman, it "hears" gusts gunshots and the screams of agony that follow.
Black and brutal, it's a wonderfully written novel which reads somewhat like a drama. I hope this text uncompromising give the idea a director to bring this work to the stage of a theater.