Rosélie's husband has just been murdered. Alone in Cape Town, she feels like a foreigner in a hostile land, a black dot on the face of a country whose wounds continue to heal. She would like to return home, but where is her home? She was born in Guadeloupe, educated in France, the color of her skin has pursued her across four continents: there is no place in the world that has given her respite. Furthermore, the mystery of Stephen's death opens a Pandora's box of gossip, rumors and suspicions. For the first time, Rosélie doubts: who was really her husband? She, who was a painter, can no longer paint. She, a medium capable of restoring sleep to all of her patients, cannot reconcile hers. In this story of survival, Maryse Condé unearths a life of uprooting and struggle, and in black ink on white pages she manages to demonstrate once again that in life, no matter how much it sometimes seems like it, nothing is black or white.
