Hachette Antoine/Novel

Fifteen years ago, his father died. He killed himself with a gun he had once bought for self-defense, not to kill himself. The bullet pierced his heart, taking him from a life that had astonished him with all its wonder, and which had astonished...

A girl with hair as black as the river, slipping with long waters, disturbs Layla's dreams, at the same time as her husband Benjamin left their marital home in Tehran. Layla had fled Beirut in search of love, far from the curse that has...

The Lebanese Civil War is over on the ground, but it still rages on in young Suhail's mind. There, events, scenes, and time blur together, and wonderful things exist in stark contrast: the complex interplay of love and hate towards his older brother; his...

In wars, the days become indistinguishable. There will be a flaw in its bullet. Every day becomes a Dubai lived in extra time. You forget that in reality, to meet the needs of others, you bury your loneliness in the café, in fleeting stories,...

We finally reunited after six years of bloody suffering, loss, displacement, humiliation, begging, deprivation, homelessness, and death. Port Said became our home. I married five years later and had four children. Suddenly, I found myself very much alive. In the blink of an eye,...

I will crush the candy pieces endlessly I will grind it into colored flour on the earth So that the cigarettes mix with rainwater He was once in Sukariyya I will mix them like clay to make "White" is an accurate term. This is...

Juliana is not a woman for everyone, nor simply a saint. She is a city. She is conscience. She is the silent force that speaks when it must, carefully choosing whom to address. It is enough to touch her grave, to caress her spirit,...

We apologize in advance to the readers of this collection for not beginning to read this novel. We apologize that this wretched novel is not for general audiences. The writer here is capricious. She decided not to finish and didn't leave her character in...

Pain has its threshold. Madness has its threshold. Love and homelands have their thresholds. And happiness is playful. Don't Egyptians believe in "changing the threshold" to rid themselves of bad luck and misery? The threshold... vast is that which separates two worlds, and the...

Everyone is running. Men and women, lovers, the happy, the miserable, the hesitant—they are all running. They quicken their pace, never looking back. I am a worn wooden pew in a Chicago church, so isolated, that I have been numbed by the weight of...

This novel is about the moles who live among us, each in their own burrow of affliction. The girl wronged by her family, deceived by her lover, and rejected by her society. Her daughter, the fruit of that cursed love. The young man who...

The face of absence is ugly. Margaret is gone, leaving only a photograph. Illness took her one morning, and she never returned. Faced with the tragedy of departure, all that remains is a wall against which to bang your head until it bleeds. You...

Happy Yemen is no longer happy. But the stagnant waters have stirred, even if they have become whirlpools. Films have awakened after a long slumber, regaining their fervent spirit, and others have been released, pulsating with a joy that once again stirs me in...

Can we escape the grip of the homelands that dwell within us and pursue us for our guests? From those educated cells we inherit with all their burdens? How do we cast off the shackles of subservience to traditions deeply rooted in time? Sarah...

Her authentic experience, spanning three generations of women, is contained within a single volume, all grappling with bipolar disorder and depression. Each woman has lived a turbulent life, oscillating between the roles of hero and victim. Despite its somber subject matter, the author delves...

We are all grieving, men and women alike. Bereavement makes no distinction between men and women, but there is a grief that passes by unnoticed, forgotten in the hustle and bustle of our lives, and there is a grief that clings to the walls...

Love is fertile ground for confusion, misfortune, and obscurity. In that vast, deadly space, some clear stories are cut short before they can take root, others are denied a dignified ending, and still others tend to defy categorization. Betrayed lovers swallow their bitterness helplessly....

His face came to me, black and blurred, with only a sharp stare and a knife scar etched on his cheek. Damn that knife! Is it still there, embedded in my memory? And my hand? Don't they still tremble whenever I recall the moment...

Between the quiet days in the apartment complex and the abrupt transition to the bustling city, crime is discussed. This novel returns to New York and continues in that vein, but it also offers glimpses into life during the war. In this classic Lebanese...

For those who read between the lines, the profile pages of a New York magazine might hold the threat of death. And why not, if the killer is a seasoned assassin with a penchant for dancing with his victims? In that crazy city, anything...