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THE SILENCE OF THE SPIRITS
GLOBAL AFRICAN VOICES
Dominic Thomas, editor
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Foreword by Alain Mabanckou
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Boubacar Boris Diop
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and Sara C. Hanaburgh
Murambi, The Book of Bones
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The Heart of the Leopard Children
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Translated by Karen Lindo
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THE SILENCE OF THE SPIRITS
WILFRIED N’SONDÉ
Translated by KAREN LINDO
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Original publication in French as
Le Silence des esprits
© 2010 Actes Sud
English translation © 2017 by Indiana University Press
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: N’Sondé, Wilfried, author. | Lindo, Karen, translator.
Title: The silence of the spirits / Wilfried N’Sondé ; translated by Karen Lindo.
Other titles: Silence des esprits. English | Global African voices.
Description: Bloomington, Ind. : Indiana University Press, 2017. | Series: Global African voices | “Original publication in French as Le Silence des esprits (c) 2010 Actes Sud.” | Includes bibliographical references.
Identifiers: LCCN 2017008799 (print) | LCCN 2017009714 (ebook) | ISBN 9780253028945 (pbk. : alk. paper) | ISBN 9780253029072 (e-book)
Subjects: LCSH: Africans—France—Fiction. | Illegal aliens—France—Fiction.
Classification: LCC PQ 3989.3.N76 S5513 2017 (print) | LCC PQ 3989.3.N76 (ebook) | DDC 843.92—dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017008799
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To Paul N’Sondé . . . and other martyrs
Because it is not enough to live, you must also be beautiful!
SERGE MNSA N’SONDÉ
And then he brought another horse, red. Whoever mounted it received the power to remove peace from earth, so that men could cut each other’s throats.
APOCALYPSE, VI, 4
The moon had flowered from my green chrysanthemums
When the wolves secretly recited anathema.
In the lowlands, requiems are the rage.
A weary prayer pronounced like a presage:
Cain today is armed with an axe,
In a cowardly gesture, he has again struck,
He spits out like a vampire his lifeless victim
Then tramples on the rhymes that yesterday I had gathered!
My body goes out beneath his sad smile
To escape mornings that terrify and cause suffering.
Cain today is armed with an axe,
In a cowardly gesture, he has again struck.
My mother had woven my shroud of diamonds
Because injured too often my heart bled a long time!
He spits out like a vampire his lifeless victim
Then tramples on the rhymes that yesterday I had gathered.