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Chargement... The Silence of Mohammedpar Salim Bachi
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Before becoming the Prophet of Islam, Mohammed was a simple man of flesh and blood who started life as a poor orphan in the Arabian city of Mecca. Through his union with Khadija, he became a prosperous merchant and caravaneer. He was visited by God at the age of forty to become a Prophet and visionary statesman. The Silence of Mohamed is the story of "this exceptional man" (Bachi) Based on historical fact and legends, the novel presents a fictionalised account of the life of Mohammed told by four key characters: his first wife, Khadija; his closest friend, Calif Abu Bakr; the fiery warrior, General Khalid; and his last love Aisha. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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As a work of literature, though, it's a bit meh. Bachi uses four narrators: Mohammed's first wife, Khadija; the first Caliph, Abu Bakr; the general Kalid ibn al-Walid; and Mohammed's 'controversial' (controversial only if you believe that everyone throughout history should abide by the moral norms of late twentieth century East coast America) young wife, Aisha. Okay, fine--I'm no expert, but I suspect that adopting a third person narrative voice, or a narrative from the Prophet's perspective, might look a lot like idolatry, so this approach makes sense. But since their voices are all identical, the effect of choosing real people as narrators is lost. And since Aisha, in particular, seems to have nothing to say other than 'I'm so much prettier than the other wives', it's hard to see what that third narrative is even doing in the book. The first three are interesting, if a bit clunky. 'Aisha', whom I assume is in heaven somewhere, is probably pissed that Bachi makes her sound like an unbearable little tish.
So, this is exactly what it looks like: a novel that's intended to teach its readers facts about history, rather than one that's intended to interest you with its art. Caveat Lector. ( )