A world without maps

Two great novelists, Jabra Ibrahim Jabra and Abdul Rahman Munif, their talents merged in an astonishing collaboration in a unique creative work, to evoke an atmosphere filled with confusion and anger, desire and ecstasy, in creating this city, Amuria, which after a reader visits it once, and after visiting it, will be haunted by its illusions for a long time. Questions and answers intertwine in this novel, making it sometimes difficult to say which are the questions and which are the answers, and in following the dialectic in its chapters, doubt remains a subject of ongoing curiosity and provocation. Why does Amuria remain a world without maps? And Aladdin Naguib, does he have a way to escape its labyrinths in his passionate, disturbed, contradictory confessions about the death of Nagwa Al-Ameri, the astonishing woman who combines the wildness of the Sualima and their lust, with the calculations of profit and loss that arose in her family and society? ... And where does all this stand in relation to his story with his past, with his brothers Safa and Adham, with his uncle Hossam Al-Ra’d, and his aunt Nasrat, and his ancestors, the villagers and tribal members, up to the first rebel among them, Hamdi Suweilam? Or is all of this part of his other story, his story with the impossible and madness, both residing in Nagwa Al-Ameri, and within himself, and in his era, and throughout Amuria itself?