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A Sudanese secret policeman, pensioned off after losing a leg on duty, decides to write a novel. He watches and records them, trying to extract 'how it is done' the way he once gathered intelligence on suspects.
A newcomer who studies a craft by observing its practitioners tends to copy what is visible: where they sit, what they drink, how they talk, what they wear. The generative part of the work happens inside the maker and cannot be seen. So imitation produces the costume of the artist without the capacity.
Surveillance trains a person to record observable facts, gather evidence and file reports about others. Fiction needs invention, interiority and sympathy for the people it describes. The policeman's professional competence is exactly the habit of mind that blocks him from the kind of writing he wants to do.
A man shaped by a security apparatus keeps its methods and suspicions after he leaves it. He even applies them to a private, creative ambition. Under an authoritarian state, the watcher's reflex spreads into cultural life: the writers he envies remain, in his eyes, subjects to be monitored.