‘His father an Italian Jew, his mother a Berber, Benillouche struggles on the tattered fringe of the Tunisian ghetto for the very air he breathes. . . . A mature, thoughtful book.’ – The New York Times
“Told with clarity of vision, a passionate sense of justice, and a warm heart.” – New York Herald Tribune
“In the Celine-Sartre-Camus tradition of the contemporary French novel of despair, this autobiographical narrative has maturity, stylistic grace, and purpose … A thoughtful, perceptive work.” – Library Journal
