I had never seen her so worried, and for such a ridiculous thing. So I thought about music can’t recreate: the silcence before, the silence after, the silence before the bomb hits the village, before the knife rips the spinal cord, before the world goes under, the silence after sex, after death, after love.
Simon is a Norwegian composer on holiday in Essaouira, Morocco, together with his wife. While walking the city streets early one morning, he suddenly hears a strange knocking sound. He looks around and understands that the sounds are coming from the trunk of a car.
Mogador is an elegant, uncomfortable novel about marriage and art, and about breach – breach of trust, breach of the law, and breach of decency.
“A beautiful, low-key portrayal of culture clash and disrupture, articulated in quite sober and beautiful prose”