'A bewitching, hallucinatory elegy to home and exile, love and death, memory and loss. In precise, haunting prose, Fellous evokes the places and relationships, smells and sounds that make up this jigsaw of memories, set against the violence of contemporary events in Tunisia and France.' – Natasha Lehrer

‘The shattering of any sense of safety and order inflicts internal and external damage: random bits of past and present are flung about like masonry debris. Fellous mourns these dead people she does not know: ‘All as one now, shocked and silent.’ At the same time she begins to collect up scattered memory fragments, tries to re-compose the world and herself, to re-build structure. It cannot be a traditional one; a replica; this re-made literature has to embody the cracks and breakages of contemporary life. The sentences angle and flow around their subjects, cubist-style. We seem to be looking at a fluid mosaic; an almost abstract pattern in constant movement as the narrative loops back and forth, repeats vignettes of key experiences, seeing them afresh.’– Michèle Roberts 

‘At times reminiscent of Elias Canetti’s Voices of Marrakesh, this gentle meditation on loss, fragmentation and the violence of intolerance, can be as unsettling as it is moving.’ – Selma Dabbagh, author of Out of It

‘Fragments: the result of dispersion, of destruction perhaps – but also the indispensable ingredients for a promise of reparation. This duality lies at the heart of the final volume of Colette Fellous’s work of remembrance… Faced with hopeless violence, the eye remains alert and leads the frontline for the gentleness which Colette Fellous learnt from Barthes, so that the moment of hiatus is calm and bright – a redemption. This book interrogates our reaction in the face of a world in shreds.’ – Le Monde Des Livres

Further praise for Colette Fellous

‘Beyond the sadness and the loss, is a great seductive energy – we are drawn by a wish to live and to learn – and Fellous’s inimitable way of regarding the world.’ – Madame Figaro (for Un amour de frère)

‘Without nostalgic yearning, lithe and fluid in her way of capturing the coruscating nature of words, Fellous weaves past and present into a labyrinth of a book in which she shares her passions: writing, tuning herself to the world and untangling with relish the threads of reality and of thought.’ – Le Magazine Littéraire (for La préparation de la vie)

‘Like a true disciple of Barthes, Colette Fellous works in fragments which she stiches together with infinite delicacy, inlaying the fabric of the text with black and white photographs, embroidering its surface with precious details; a sensual constellation of memories, colours and scents… The self as a fragment becomes an art, elegant and sensitive, as Colette Fellous returns to the vestiges of the past.’ – Les Inrockuptibles (for La préparation de la vie)