Hoda Barakat

My novel adopts the epistolary genre and a labyrinthine structure in which characters and destinies overlap without the possibility of encountering one another. Letters, sometimes incomplete, found by chance in hotel rooms or inside books, provoke and give rise to other letters, which never reach their addressees. Meanwhile, this network of writing and chance encounters produce a landscape of broken souls and burning desires, existences that have deviated from their imagined trajectories. Twists of «fate», wars, and modes of violence erupt and explode on a map made of life-lines of «aloned» beings, strangers, in motion or in exile.