"Kateb Yacine’s 1956 novel
Nedjma is luxuriant and convoluted like Liszt, not deceptively simple like Mozart, but in my encounter with it I found myself in a position more like that of the amateur attempting Mozart: I read every word, but never felt I was more than a tenth of the way toward having read the novel. And yet not a page passed without my having the feeling that I was experiencing something great. (...)"
Barry Schwabsky
