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176 pages, ebook
First published January 21, 2015
This was a lovely quick read that takes an honest look at the difficulties of a spotted family history, an exploration of what "home" means and if you can find one you never knew, the differences between nostalgia places and real spaces, and a bit of a love story to a landscape that is not frequently celebrated in western culture - the Algerian landscape. I came away feeling like I knew more about certain periods in Algerian history, and the appeal of the place.
Olivia had always heard stories about Algeria from her maternal grandmother, a Black Foot (a “Pied-Noir,” the French term for Christian and Jewish settlers of French Algeria who emigrated to France after the Algerian War of Independence). After her grandmother’s death, Olivia found some of her grandmother’s journals and letters describing her homeland. Now, ten years later, she resolves to travel to Algeria and experience the country for herself; she arrives alone, with her grandmother’s postcards and letters in tow, and with but a single phone number in her pocket, of an Algerian Djaffar, who will act as her guide. Olivia’s quest to understand her origins will bring her to face questions about heritage, history, shame, friendship, memory, nostalgia, fantasy, the nature of exile, and our unending quest to understand who we are and where we come from.

Suite à ces accrochages, je me replie dans un silence indifférent. Aux amis, je réponds le moins possible. La famille, je l'écoute ressasser en silence. L'Algérie m'ennuie et me pèse à la fois. Je ne peux partager ni leur douleur ni leur nostalgie. Mais elles me traversent, m'imbibent. A la seule mention du mot "Algérie", mon rythme cardiaque s'accélère. J'hérite d'une guerre que je n'ai pas vécue.

