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In the novel, a Montréal-based Haitian writer is woken by a late-night call telling him his father has died in New York. The father had fled Papa Doc Duvalier's regime decades earlier, and the son had himself fled Baby Doc's in 1976.
A father-to-son dynasty, Papa Doc then Baby Doc, exiled a father and then his son in turn. The political succession is mirrored as a private absence: the son grows up knowing his father mainly as a name and a legend. Dictatorship's damage is measured not only in deaths but in severed lineages, where exile passes down the generations in place of the family's physical presence.
After long exile, the returnee belongs fully to neither place. The adopted country still marks him as an immigrant, and the homeland now sees him as a foreigner with money, a slightly off accent and outdated references. Return does not close the exile. It shows that exile has become a condition of time, not of geography, because the country he left no longer exists.
The book moves mostly in short, loose verse fragments rather than continuous prose. This mirrors how a person returning after decades actually perceives the place: in sharp, disconnected sensory flashes such as heat, hunger, a face or a street sound, not as a coherent narrative. Form becomes a record of disorientation, where each fragment is a moment of re-recognition that can't yet be assembled into a whole.