À la première indiscrétion ...L’œuvre assassine

Abstract

There are masterpieces whose only obscure desire is to put in the shade their fascinated demiurges; their claim is simple: to feast on bibliophagic readers and shattered writers. There are masterpieces of an indelible ink that the torments of time do not alter; their passion is primitive: similar to Medea, they devour with their words of fire the poetic memoirs of writers devoted to the burning of fire. There are writers and readers whose first indiscretion is an infidelity to the common work; this is why the work assassinates them so that "we can interrogate the mystery of the book without end. (A. Maurois, 1961) Finally, there is a Maghrebi literature of French expression that Amine Zaoui and Rachid Boudjedra recreate in contemplation, troubled by the mirrors of sovereign freedom