Now that her father, the Beard, has returned to Morocco to find a new wife to bear him a son, Doria and her mother are left with little more than each other. Faïza Guène shares what it is like to grow up in the ghettos of Paris as the child of Maghrebian immigrants.I just finished this debut, semi-autobiographical novel, and I love Doria's teenage voice. It is filled with a divine mix of adolescent sass, insecurity, astute observation, hope and resignation.
That Guène wrote this piece when she was only fifteen impresses the hell out of me.
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