A book that can not let go, once opened. A beautiful tribute to the music of Guinea Bissau, with skillful and subtle openings in the Creole of the country. A long walk in the neighborhoods and alleyways of Bissau who says poetry in a poor world, but where the actors have human wealth to spare. One thinks of the atmosphere of the novels of Jorge Amado. But Sylvain Prudhomme is not an imitator of the great Brazilian writer, he is a talented writer with a voice, a melody and a rhythm of its own. Whatever the origins of its author, this novel deserves to be the heritage of African literature. To read urgently. Would recommend to many juries.
