Like so many days do in the world of Superintendent Llob Autumn Of The Phantomsbegins with a funeral. The brother of a childhood friend was killed by fundamentalists who have begun terrorizing the rural communities outside of the major city centres.
In this case, the village in question is where Llob and his friend, Algeria's greatest painter, were born. Which is of course why his brother was killed, for there was no other reason to kill a simple shepherd except that he was the brother of a despised intellectual.
Like the "devout" everywhere, the ones in Algeria behave as if they are jealous of anyone who can appreciate the beauty of creativity, and are afraid of anyone who is willing to have an original thought. Blind obedience doesn't allow for originality and so must be stamped out in order to ensure that there isn't anybody to pervert the minds of the weak and easily swayed.
But it's not just the terrorists one has to worry about in Algeria, there are always those who are able to take advantage of the unrest and create little empires for themselves. For some reason they aren't too thrilled that some nosy police superintendent has caught on to the way they use fundamentalists to cover up for their own attempts to subvert the lives of the people. That he had the nerve to publish a book making those accusations public is just too much for their delicate sensibilities to handle.
So when Llob returns from the funeral in the country it's to discover that he has been dismissed from the police force for daring to write that the emperor's clothes are being sewn from the funeral shrouds of the people. In spite of his success in rounding up a good number of the carrion feeders who do business in Algeria in Double Blank, there are apparently enough of them left able to pull the right strings to make a functionary in the Interior Ministry with enough power, fire Llob.
With his wife and children already sequestered safely with her family to offer her what minimal protection there is to be had in Algeria, Llob finds himself alone in Algiers. Dragged to a party in a wealthy enclave he listens to car bombs and fire fights rock the surrounding city and business men making the excuse of "it's not just Algeria, but all countries like us who have this problem".
From the mouths of people who are stuffing themselves with delicacies that might cost enough to feed a family of four for a week with each mouthful, come platitudes of belt tightening and suffering for the betterment of the country. Complainers, they say shooting dirty glances in Llob's direction, are the ones who will conspire to see us fail (meaning the stalwart Captains of Industry) and then where would poor Algeria be without us?
When the reply is "much better off" and comes complete with an explanation as to why that is, even Llob is surprised it doesn't come out of his mouth. Especially so when the answerer accuses the erstwhile Captains of deliberately inciting the fundamentalists so that they can ride to the rescue, much the same thing that Llob has been discovering in recent months and had published in his book. It's almost too much of a coincidence for Llob that he is there to hear that with some of the people who were surely behind his firing.
What's even more troubling is that when he returns home he finds that four armed men had ransacked his apartment. They've taken all the time in the world as if knowing he was out for the evening. In rapid succession events begin to overtake him; a car bomb explodes outside the café he and his former colleagues are drinking in while they are exhorting him to leave town, and shortly after another childhood friend dies.
Once again he makes the return journey to his home village for a funeral. Memories of days when all that mattered was spying on a girl, or getting into trouble and having fun ambush him but they aren't the worst things laying in ambush for him. Like the Taliban in Afghanistan, the fundamentalists are trying to control the rural areas of Algeria.
When they have no local popular support they resort to terror tactics and try to strangle the life out of the town. Already other towns have had school buses blown up killing dozens of children, shepherds have been forced to either abandon their flocks or move them closer into town where the gracing is quickly exhausted, and the farmers can no longer safely work their fields without worry about being killed or abducted.
But the people haven't survived French colonial rule only to be re subjugated by their own countrymen. They have formed their own militia and have started to patrol the area in order to gain some control. As one of his older friends tells him their goal is to make life as normal as possible for the children so they can have the same life that they had enjoyed.
But even the best-prepared people can't prevent a car bomb from devastating a street, and bullets from being shot. All you can do is fight back and hope to discourage them with your ability to defend yourself and your family. But how long can you keep fighting when the battle doesn't seem to have an end and the faces of the enemy keep changing from year to year.
After thirty-five years of police work, fighting what feels like only a delaying action. Every time he seems to be getting somewhere he looks around and the same faces still seem to be doing the same stuff as before. Or the actors have changed but the roles stay the same as the few continue to get fat while the many lose more and more of their hope.
So even though the urgent summons he receives to return to Algiers is to welcome him back into the fold with open arms he decides he's had enough. He wants to spend time with his children – give them something approaching a life of normalcy before it's too late. He wants to find his wife again, the woman whose eyes from behind their veil smiled their way into his heart.
In Autumn Of The Phantoms Yasmina Khadra again delivers not only a intelligent and startling story, but insight into a world none of us who haven't lived through it can hope to understand. In North America neither Canada nor the United States con have any conception of what it's like to wake up in the morning and wonder if this is the day your car blows up when you turn the key over?
Will your children come home from school or will you be forced to try and piece together an identification from their remains? Reading these books make our Homeland Security and colour codes sound like the games of children playing at fighting terrorists. There is no such thing as a War on Terror in the streets of Algiers and the countryside of Algeria. You merely try to keep things as normal as possible and survive until the next day.
What makes it so horrible is that Algeria is a country at war and it’s not even sure who the enemy is. Superintendent Llob has a pretty good idea who the culprit is, and had even proven the culpability of various people on occasion, and managed to have them removed from public life. Unfortunately it just seems to mean that those who remain get stronger and harder to dislodge.
The three books featuring Superintendent Llob should be required reading for anybody wishing to understand the reality of living with terrorism. Morituri, Double Blank, and Autumn Of The Phantoms aren't going to let you say "I know how you feel" to an Algerian or someone else who lives like that. But it will make you a hell of a lot more grateful for what you do have.
(Originally posted January 2007)
Richard Marcus is the author of two commissioned works published by Ulysses Press, editor in the books section of Blogcritics.org and contributor at Qantara.de. He has been writing since 2005 and his work has appeared in publications all over the world including the German edition of Rolling Stone Magazine.