Annual celebration of PEN America's newest members and the work of PEN America members published in 2017.
Category: books
Hypocrisy is the name of the lovers’ executioner
An interview about Love After You Have Gone and death of freedom of expression in Turkey for Linda's Book Bag. Welcome to Linda’s Book Bag, Onder. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your writing and Love After You Have Gone in particular. Firstly, please could you tell … Continue reading Hypocrisy is the name of the lovers’ executioner
There was a huge, bloody photograph that I needed to forget
"After earning a spot in this city’s prestigious mechanical engineering department, I was very pleased when I saw Ferda in my class. It was then when I felt proud of my success. After Hatice, it was the first time I‘d encountered a girl who put a smile on my face. After my devastating experience with … Continue reading There was a huge, bloody photograph that I needed to forget
Finally! Love After You Have Gone is available now!
"I had to pull myself together. Life before death was my right too, wasn’t it? Love after you have gone… Maybe that’s the reason. So I can forget about you and have a decent love; but no, I couldn’t. Once again, I couldn’t pull it off. Not that I couldn’t forget you. They just … Continue reading Finally! Love After You Have Gone is available now!
Love After You Have Gone
“I had to pull myself together. Life before death was my right too, wasn’t it? Love after you have gone… Maybe that’s the reason. So I can forget about you and have a decent love; but no, I couldn’t. Once again, I couldn’t pull it off. Not that I couldn’t forget you. They just wouldn’t … Continue reading Love After You Have Gone
“Madem bizim gibi değilsiniz; o zaman hepiniz kafirsiniz”
Dünya tersine döndü sanki. Bir şeyler oldu Katır Nevzat’a. 1995’in 1 Nisan şakası gibiydi… Çilli suratına saçları gibi kızıl sakal ekledi. Yaka bağır açık gezmeyi bırakıp son düğmesine kadar iliklediği hakim yaka gömleklerden giyer oldu. Şalvarı da eksik değildi. Kolunun altına sıkıştırdığı kahverengi ajandayla derneğe gidip gelmeye başladı. Bükük boyun yürüyüşüne de kısa zamanda alışmıştı. … Continue reading “Madem bizim gibi değilsiniz; o zaman hepiniz kafirsiniz”