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This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside. This book has hardback covers. In good all round condition. No dust jacket. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item, 450grams, ISBN: 0850314755.
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London. 1983. Allison & Busby. 1st Edition. Very Good in Dustjacket. 0850314755. 208 pages. hardcover. Cover: Illustration by Stuart Jane. Designed by Mick Keates. keywords: Literature Somalia Africa. FROM THE PUBLISHER-Did he, Deeriye, know what he would do if his son were hurt or caught planting a bomb? Would he, Deeriye, seek vengeance, would he kill? lie was surprised to hear his own answer. Like the wise old man in many folk tales, Deeriye is a key element in the increasingly bizarre intrigue that develops in Nuruddiri Farah's inspired new novel. The setting is today's Somalia, and in the capital city of Mogadiscio is a mood of fear, of threatened violence, nighttime disappearances and widespread distrust-unmistakable marks of the police state. A lifelong fighter for the nationalist cause, Deeriye is now simply an asthmatic patriarch, staying alternately with his married son and daughter. His present predicament-dependent for his well-being on family, neighbours and friends, his freedom restricted by illness-heightens his awareness of the years of his ‘absence' in political detention, as well as a need to come to terms with himself as a former hero of the people and with his son's more radical idealism. Drawing comfort from religion and from visions of his beloved dead wife, Deeriye tries to define adult relationships with the children he has not seen growing up, but he must in the process confront larger, historical and tribal issues. In the wake of an attempted assassination that goes tragically wrong, he plans uncharacteristically desperate action. For, in the end, perhaps nothing is as clear-cut as it seems: perhaps there is no difference between public and private justice, perhaps it is only the mad who are really sane. inventory #30401.