Akli Tadjer was born in Paris to parents of Algerian descent. He has written seven novels. His first book Les A.N.I. du Tassili won the Georges Brassens Prize. 11 Results Follow Akli Tadjer and explore their bibliography from ‘s Books by Akli Tadjer . See search results for author “Akli Tadjer” in Books. Online shopping from a great selection at Books Store.

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Akli Tadjer was born in Paris to parents of Algerian descent.

He has written seven novels. Of Brussels, I have only experienced the tzdjer platforms at the South Station and the emollient foyers of grand hotels where I spent the day talking about my novels to literary critics. I would leave for Paris in the evening, frustrated at not knowing anything about the Belgian capital.


Yesterday, at dusk, I sat down on a bench at the end of the platform as I often do. A feminine voice escaped the speakers to announce that my train would be be delayed. I had already stopped listening.

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The winter wind blew in gusts. The cold bleared my eyes, I turned my coat collar up and closed my eyes.

I was feeling more alone than ever, doubtlessly because, over…. This is how it started. It was the wettest month of May I had ever known.

Each day brought torrents of rain, wind, hail. To make matters worse, the forecast was for more of the same for days and days to come. Only windshield-wiper salesmen, umbrella merchants and snails were happy.

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My mother, who in April had still been sprightly when we had feted her 77th spring, had turned gloomy. She spent hours sitting on the couch, head down, arms crossed, staring at her feet. And she refused to say a word.


We communicated only with unintelligible sounds, clearing our throats or making gestures and signs. She also had no appetite.

In mid-afternoon, she would dip a piece of buttered bread in a cup of lukewarm tea and that would be it for the day. I had attributed her blues to the weight of the steely sky hanging so low that it blended into the gray zinc roofs of the…. Home Travelling Writers Akli Tadjer.