I'm in the tank for nouveau roman novels, but this is the best one I've read besides Robbe-Grillet's early work. A French engineer named Lassalle travels into uncharted Moroccan mountains to find a road site to reach a mine. He encounters growing menace when a young woman, Jamila, is stabbed to death by her husband and her image keeps recurring to Lassalle ... or is it that of the living Yamina? And what happened to Lessing, the engineer who went before Lassale? Is he linked to Jamila in some way? Lassalle's struggles to map the area and mirror his struggles with the mystery, and both may be unsolvable in this hallucination of a novel. Brilliant stuff from a writer who does not get enough attention.