World Literature in Review country, Aziz predicted “that the working class will start a revolution” in Temptation of Absolute Power, which was serendipitously released a day before the 25 January Revolution. Aziz distanced herself from the initial euphoria of the Arab Spring, foreseeing the bleak realities underlining the edifice of social solidarity. In The Queue, citizens must line up at the Gate in order to receive bureaucratic permission for almost all daily activities. However, as the queue swells with people from all walks of life, the Gate refuses to open. In the heat of the Middle Eastern sun, a microcosm of this unknown city’s population begins to surface: there’s the galabeya-wearing religious fanatic; the motherly Um Mabrouk who provides refreshments and sometimes phone calls for those in the queue; the brother of a security officer killed in the clashes; and then there’s Yehya—a young protester whose participation in the Disgraceful Events has left him with a bullet wedged in his abdomen. Dr. Tarek Fahmy perhaps occupies the most precarious position of them all. The Gate’s rigid procedures tie his hands and obstruct him from operating on Yehya’s mortal injury. Each of the novel’s seven sections begins with notes from his medical record, documenting his declining health and a diminishing chance of assistance from the Gate. Tarek is aware of how close the bullet is to Yehya’s organs, yet the fear of breaking the law compromises his ethical duty. As such, he finds himself unwittingly co-opted in the Gate’s overarching system of oppression. Fusing the satirical and fantastical, Aziz reasserts the agency of individuals at a time of potent authoritarianism by confronting the state as a panoptical entity and exploring the psychological effects of the omnipotence of the Gate’s gaze. Unlike classical dystopian literature, the novel is firmly located in a specific spatial and temporal setting. For some non-Egyptians , time may appear interchangeable and it could be anywhere in the Middle East; but realistically, the physical and cultural landscape is distinctly Cairo-esque. Furthermore, the cover’s Eye of Horus set against an opaque background of Egyptian falaheen undermines the novel’s anonymous setting. The clichéd literary tropes of the dystopia canon work against Aziz’s narrative, forging a story that is all but too familiar. The narrative’s linear structure lacks the abstract ambiguity and thematic complexity that is distinguishingly Kafkaesque. Its inability to probe beyond the superficial and delve into the interiority of its characters makes the novel little more than a well-written piece of fictive social critique. Sherif Dhaimish London Olivier Bourdeaut. En attendant Bojangles. Le Bouscat, France. Finitude. 2016. 158 pages. In this short novel, an unconventional and, apparently, blissfully happy couple, as seen through the eyes of their son, dance their way through life, mostly to the tune of “Mr. Bojangles,” sung by Nina Simone. Unsurprisingly , their carefree dancing, work-free lifestyle, and general obliviousness to the outside world are eventually interrupted by dismal reality. Aside from an irate tax collector whose comminatory letters have long remained unheeded, there is, more troublingly, the mother’s slow descent into mental illness , which leads to her suicide, followed by the father’s disappearance. As told by Olivier Bourdeaut’s narrator, the young son who retrospectively describes his parents ’ whirlwind existence, what could have been a sententious morality tale (as in La Fontaine’s fable) of doomed grasshoppers, making merry and perilously living on borrowed time in a world of industrious and unforgiving ants, instead becomes a lighthearted ode to the age-old injunction of carpe diem. With its irreverent reference to Samuel Beckett’s En attendant Godot (1952), the novel’s title is a call to be mindful of the futility of endlessly waiting for fun, love, or fulfillment. The main characters wait only for the next song to begin as they float through the enchanted ballroom they have made of their spacious apartment. As for the narrator’s reminiscences, they are recounted in a tone of bemused wonderment , of nostalgic longing for a lost paradise. Contrary to expectations, there is no high-minded lament over a wasted childhood due to dysfunctional parents...