This novel is built upon a deep Moroccan backdrop, invoking a traditional setting (close to the world of palaces and oases) and delving into the structure of local society, revealing tensions of power, memory, and symbolic and material violence. The title itself is paradoxical: "Ululations," which are associated with joy, are attached to "death," as if the writer wants to say that joy in this world is merely a fragile mask hiding accumulated tragedies.
What distinguishes this work, in my estimation, is:
Its engagement with collective memory as an open wound.
The presence of violence not as a fleeting event, but as a structure deeply rooted in relationships.
Poetic language that does not fall into gratuitous embellishment, but serves the dramatic tension.
The construction of characters living an internal conflict between submission and the desire for liberation.
It is not an easy novel to receive; it requires a patient reader, capable of grasping allusions, not just following events...