I Call My Brothers
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3.0 • 1 Rating
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- $12.99
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- $12.99
Publisher Description
A car has exploded. A city has been crippled by fear. Amor wanders around the city, doing his best to blend in. He's going to exchange a drill head. He's going to call his brothers. He's going to stop stalking Valeria and take care of his long-since-dead grandma. Most important of all: he must not attract any suspicious glances. But what is normal behaviour? Who is a potential perpetrator? And how many times can Shavi call in one day?
For 24 intense hours we find ourselves in Amor's head, where the lines between criminal and victim, love and chemistry, and fantasy and reality become more and more blurred.
Customer Reviews
When you can’t but must tell it true. After all…
The proposed protagonist (or avatar of some sleeper cell? that is w-what, exactly?)
Flashing life’s “before” before their eyes?
NB: I am aware the form is shamelessly derivative. More, essentially “templated” almost to the beat on a style perfected by a playwright you can dig up. That aside. Hard to enjoy it sometimes. I mean, some running joke deals with “domestication” and home cooked meals and a pet? … it’s supposedly a flag planted in case of sitcom-y call back? Last: It was rushed. And seemed hyper-aware not to (to not) offend.
Thematically it’s consistent with the simple in-character axiom: you can’t one day sit down and say you are a good “Muslim,” as, well —they don’t let you (and you don’t get to) walk it back: the being a Muslim part.