A story of living hell
M. L. Raina

This Blinding Absence of Light
by Tahar Ben Jalloun.
translated from French
by Linda Coverdale.
The New Press, New York. Pages 195. $ 18.

Moroccan-born writer, Tahar Ben Jalloun, recently won the Impac Dublin Award, world’s richest prize of euros 1,00,000, for his novel This Blinding Absence of Light. Published in French last year, the novel now appears in a forceful English translation.

Tahar Ben Jalloun
Tahar Ben Jalloun

It could be a coincidence, albeit a welcome one, that protests against the treatment of Iraqi prisoners by the American occupation army emerged at the same time as the Moroccan-born writer, Tahar Ben Jalloun, received the Impac Dublin Award, world’s richest prize of euros 1,00,000, for his novel This Blinding Absence of Light. Published last year, the novel now appears in a forceful English translation.

Set in an underground desert prison for political detainees, the novel evokes the horrors of prisoners’ lives in the same way as the recent media images of Abu Gharib revealed the excesses of the occupation soldiers. That the victims of state terror in both cases are Arabs adds a deeper poignancy to the situation

Born in Fez, Morocco, Jalloun has been living in Paris since 1961, "in order to write freely", distanced from the repressive regime of King Hassan II. In this respect, he is no different from other writers of the Maghreb (such as the Algerian Assia Djebar), who are still not available to Arab readers because of their anti-monarchist and anti-fundamentalist views.

This Blinding Absence of LightThis phenomenon is not surprising. Most Arab governments practice one or the other form of autocratic rule and come down heavily on dissent, particularly from writers and intellectuals. Muslim terrorism is the result of the stifling of opposition to the monarchist misrule.

Though Ben Jalloun has written impressive novels that have won him prestigious awards (The Sacred Night, Children of Sand among them), it is This Blinding Absence of Light, particularly its current timeliness, that has put him among a rare group of writers who have transformed documentary records of prisoners’ lives into richly endowed fiction. One thinks of Solzhenitsyn, Julius Fucik and Vaclav Havel in this group.

The present book is based on true stories of a concentration camp outside the Moroccan capital in which King Hassan imprisoned his enemies under appalling conditions. From 1976, when a leftist coup failed, to 1991, when the camp was opened, many prisoners died of disease, maltreatment and sheer exhaustion from long neglect. Ben Jalloun interviewed the few survivors, "living cadavers", as he called them, and wrote of their experiences in highly charged prose that has retained its power to disturb even in translation.

The nameless narrator is an ex-army lieutenant who survives the destruction of his inmates. For him, as for others, the camp is "living hell" where tortures are inflicted day and night and people die bereft of the dignity that death confers on other occasions. "He was letting himself to die" he says of one inmate Moh, "since he had stopped eating quite a while ago and was not feeding his mother". Karim, the timekeeper of the cells, dies unsung. So does Rushdie, victim of his own grandiose illusions. Of Majid, the narrator says unsentimentally, "he was the only one who hanged himself."

While the camp reeks of death, paranoia, brought on by extreme loneliness and despair, claims many a victim. Even the laughter is forced: "the laughter of despair has a colour and`85 made us more miserable."

Several inmates have visions and dreams; the narrator always thinks of his mother back home, others of their siblings who they had seen 20 years ago. Only the narrator manages to see his family after his release, further accentuating the deprivations of the prison life. Ben Jalloun has written a novel whose grimness reverberates long after we have read it through. He has unmasked the lie behind all power.

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