The lute in the title is the instrument Moroccan Larbi was given by an uncle to help him overcome his grief. Later on in his life he gives the instrument to a friend to help her cope with her loss.
This is a book about love: the love between two girl friends growing up
together, the love between a Moroccan architect and a girl from the US,
the love between parents and children and the lingering love for people
The book starts slow and it took me awhile to start liking
it - it is not so much a novel as someone telling you their lifestory - but it becomes a lot more interesting when she meets Larbi. The
writer successfully brings the world in it to life. The French town, the
Moroccan daily life. As the writer is living for decades in Morocco
the book gives you in my opinion a real glimpse of Moroccan life. I
wondered if some things were not more or less a personal memoir.
first I had the feeling the writer ended the book too suddenly. I was
annoyed how the girlfriend did not tell the husband about how happy his
wife had been when she had discovered something. The limbo we as readers
ended up in. But after a day or so - while I was still thinking about
the novel - I think that limbo might be part of the charm.