La nuit de l’erreur starts out very promising, with the mystery of an unmarked grave. A girl named Zina is born, destined to be a cursed woman, bringing destruction to the men around her. Completely void of empathy, she plays a dangerous game with the men she meets.
About 1/4 of the book is about how Zina grows up in Marocco – the author skillfully painting the picture of the city Tangier, with its rich culture and history ever-present. This part is written in first person from Zina‘s perspective – and truly interesting.
Then, Zina disappears. Instead of Zina we have to read about a bunch of depressed, middle aged men whose only concern in life is how meaningless life is and how devious and dangerous women are. Har the har.
Unfortunately my overall impression of La nuit de l’erreur was one of boredom.