Gulnar, a mythical embodiment of womanhood, relates the tale of the seven men from Araby, ostensibly the creme de la creme of the nation, the pillars of rectitude and the symbols of power and influence. They all coveted her body and only sheer lust after her made them agree to make it to her Greek Island. But Gulnar was of no easy virtue and would give herself only to the one proving to be the most enthralling. A contest was staged and each of the seven men had to relate his own story: the events of the most exciting week in his life.<BR>On the last night the difficult choice had to be made ... or was she interrupted by a gentle voice requesting her to close that notebook and tell him about the stories of her seven men? There were no tigers on that Greek island: a poet who plagiarized, a philosopher incapable of independent thought, a journalist who made a living out off sleaze and blackmail, a psychiatrist who lived off the misery of those less fortunate, a confidence-trickster dreaming of young boys and a businessman who made his millions selling rotten meat. The island cries out loud: 'I sentence these seven men to death,' a cry to which Gulnar's grandfather adds: 'charged with demeaning women ... with corruption ...'<BR>Seven is a daring novel in both form and content. The ironic version of the Sheherazade archetype is a daring challenge to an entire poetics and more vocally to the ethical decay of an entire nation.