Ce que je dois à Dib

In 1963, a year after Independence, I discovered, not without pride, for the first time in college Algerian authors who were not in the curriculum of the French school I had attended. Among them, Mohammed Dib and his Grande Maison. At the age of 15, I thus crossed the threshold of this literature that would accompany me in my life as a reader and writer. Here I would like to tell my relationship with the diverse and rich work of Mohammed Dib, my encounters with the man and my view of some of his novels and poetry collections. In this personal testimony, I would like to evoke what he was able to bring to the writers of the Independence generation.