Blue White Red has ratings and 11 reviews. Friederike said: Brilliant early work of Alain Mabanckou only now translated into English. Written / Alain Mabanckou is the author of several prize-winning novels, including Mémoires de porc-épic (Memoirs of a Porcupine). Blue White Red is. Alain Mabanckou’s Broken Glass was first published in France under for his book Bleu-blanc-rouge and critical acclaim for African Psycho.

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Broken Glass is himself a shattered man who we now see through—to the truth about mankind, Rkuge or whatever else, and to this need for affirmation of our existences.

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I could take note of this, with a tinge of bitterness, because his parents’ home was next door to our own. I’ve asked myself that sometimes. Pass that imbecile who’s blowing smoke right in my face! You went there by foot. The description of his experiences in Paris from the first moments onwards is filtered through the time lens of memory, enriched by personal musings about people and local settings: Not for little kids.

We knew him as an affable, smiling man, eager to please his neighbors. Alison Dundy lives in New York City and works as a librarian, archivist, and translator. The outcome of this conference included a plan for a new organization of the French colonies in black Africa.

He didn’t know which lender to turn to. Life and a Half.

So, when one could find grounds for agreement, one chose the path of conciliation. The work came to a halt. Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1. What are we to make of Pampers, so styled because of his prison-induced incontinence, the ultimate humiliation resulting from mavanckou constant craving for sex?


France had transformed him. The loser’s sleep could cost him a one-way ticket to the tomb.

The liveliest time in the country. He was already snoring.

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Help WWB bring you the best new writing from around the world. In his own image. Book by Alain Mabanckou. He could have been a teacher if his parents had supported him for one more year. To say that a novel whose central protagonist possesses the sole ambition besides writing his stories of getting and remaining drunk is more about Africa than about the bottles of wine soaking its pages is to be willfully consumed by structural stereotypes.

Stunned passersby wondered by what miracle this home had managed to outsmart the guardian of tempests during the rainy season.

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The courtyard wasn’t properly swept? Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Quick people, ready to bounce back from inextricable situations, as swiftly as a mosquito extracts blood. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.

Blue White Red

We could live without having gone there. He mabannckou something else to discourage the voracious appetites of those who had waited in line for his post for at least a quarter century.

We arranged to meet each other there, just a few yards from the corpse, behind the palm leaf hut where the distressed and suffering family cried, and couldn’t do anything about it. However, instead of the wealth and easy living that Moki has promised, he quickly discovers the truth about the sordid lives of African immigrants in France, most banc whom live there illegally and in poverty, as they face the constant mabahckou of police harassment and deportation back to their homelands.


We could tell by the jokes he made about tall people, his favorite whipping boys, and by the overblown pride he showed when he reminded bland those tall forgetful people that he, a tiny little man, barely five feet tall, had brought a tall son into the world, a very, very tall son, he insisted, some six feet, according to Moki.

At the beginning, there was the name. He could have streched iT a bit more. I won’t summon his name.

He was robust, radiant, and in full bloom. A brawl was the best excuse for everyone to be in the street. The old man swung into action and stayed up all night to get ready for Moki’s arrival.

He took up a hoe and machete and put himself in the service of his parents. The most prudent elders preferred not to take the risk and waited until they were chosen b,anc the throne without any competition.