Death Of The Persians 585573

A novel that lies, between death and life, reality and dream, between yesterday and today, between urbanization and desolation, tombstones and tombstones, between orphanhood and nostalgia, between the funeral of the mother and the funeral of the nation, between the isolation of Covid and the isolation War... in agony scenes of a dying horse by the architects of hell. The novel is melancholic, not that Kafkaesque melancholy, but rather the realistic melancholy in the Syrian hell that has surpassed imagination in stages, based on the tongue of one narrator, a fragile and marginal narrator who observes the events that destroyed him and his country without participating in the war games that produced new types of beings and lived in new empires of Salt, melting every day to take its place. In his fictional game, Sweileh was not satisfied with dying, but rather went beyond it to conjure up, so he conjured writers and poets from the homeland and across the borders, dialogued with some of them, questioned some of them, and quoted the texts of others, so you see him conjure up Juan Rulfo from Mexico and accompany him on the bus trip to his village, conducting a dialogue with Abu Al-Alaa pointing to pieces The head of his statue, analyzes the mural of Mahmoud Darwish, discusses with George Orwell, accompanies one of his fictional characters, and reviews other lives such as the life of the poet Daad Haddad. Nietzsche was absent from the text, but the eternal return was present strongly in restoring the many speeches of the successive military coups that rocked Syria, whose words and results are similar! A fine, hurtful, and painful text that depicted the "fragility of a marginal being" in his and his country's dying