Archive for November, 2007

The Sunday Salon

Now, this is really going to be my last post for today. I promise!

I did most of my reading yesterday in the late afternoon and evening. Though I did start out my day in bed with coffee and the cats reading a print of this article on Astrid Lindgren and her legacy (which does not only consist of tons of great children’s books!) .

I had some things to do during the day, but after finishing them, I headed over to ArtBridge, a small cafe-annex-bookstore and one of my favorite hangouts in Yerevan. I treated myself to a cappuccino (good cappuccino’s are hard to find in this city), sat for a bit and started rereading In Search of Adam, a book I’d only read about a month ago for the first time. Somehow, I couldn’t let go of the book and realized I’d wanted to reread the book. When I came home a couple of hours later, I kept on reading. I ended up reading about one third of the book (it has about 320 pages) altogether yesterday.

I am enjoying the book as much as the first time I read it (well, enjoying is not the best word, as the subject is rather depressing) and feel like I am discovering lots of new details. Even knowing the plot and the ending does not take anything away from the reread. If anything, it makes me more attentive, trying to find clues, noticing things.

I am usually not much of a rereader, because there are too many other great books out there that I still have to read, but lately I have reread a book or two and I don’t regret the experience.

I will post a review once I finished the book.

Stories from the Sandgate by Jaklin Celik

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This is a collection of short stories I found in a bookstore about ten days ago. I intended to read it and include my review in this month’s Bookworms Carnival, but I didn’t make it in time.

Celik is an Armenian-Turkish writer who grew up in the Kumkapi neighborhood in Istanbul. Kumkapi means Sandgate – all the stories are set in this neighborhood. According to the preface, the district of Kumkapi is a working class neighborhood originally in habited mainly by Greeks and Armenians. Recently, though, the district is being populated by newly arrived migrants from Turkey’s eastern and southeastern provinces. The author herself arrived in Kumkapi at the age of six, moving there with her family from Diyarbakir. Many of the Armenians and Greeks who used to live in Kumkapi, have since moved on to Greece, the US and Europe.

Except for one or two, all thirteen stories have a fleeting feeling about them: It is as if you step into people’s lives for a brief moment and then you step out again. The time-span the stories cover is usually very short. Most of the stories are not even ten pages long (the entire book has only 118 pages). The stories all have a feeling of timelessness about them. There is hardly anything in them that gives a clue about the time-period the story is set in, but I have a feeling that the stories are set in the last twenty or thirty years.

House Hunting recounts the meeting of an Assyrian woman and her daughter with two old Armenian ladies, Kayane and Azat, who are looking for tenants to share their house. The time-span of this story is only the duration of the short meeting between the four, maybe half an hour. This story was one of my favorites, probably because of the glimpse into the future it gives.

Like most of the other stories, Women’s Ward left me with more questions than answers: Who is the woman handing out cigarettes to the female patients at the mental hospital? Why is she doing this?

One of three stories that make up the Station Trilogy, The Diyarbakir-Istanbul Line gives a glimpse into one train compartment in the train from Diyarbakir in the east of Turkey to Istanbul on the other side of the country. The compartment is inhabited by three women who have eight children among them. Two of them are Kurdish and are joining their husbands who are working in Istanbul. The third woman, an Armenian, is originally also from Diyarbakir, but has been living in Istanbul for some time. This was one of my favorite stories as well.

The New Bride was another favorite of mine. With 25 pages it is by far the longest story in the collection. The main character is seventy-seven years old Kirkor who wants to remarry with a young woman after his first wife died a long time ago. His son is obviously very upset about this. Eventually Kirkor finds a bride from the province. But is she really such a good choice?

Though I am not absolutely wild about the book, I liked the stories, the way they give you a glimpse into the lives of people. Hardly any background, if any at all, is given about the characters, but somehow you learn something about them in the few pages of the story and most of the characters become more rounded. Still, you are always left with questions about them, about their pasts or their actions, who they are, why they do what they do.

One thing that irritated me was the amount of typo’s or spelling mistakes. They weren’t all over the place, but frequent enough to notice. This shouldn’t have been too hard to avoid, especially since the publisher of the English translation is an American publisher specializing in Turkish books (I had a look at their website and found some interesting books there).

I had never heard of Jaklin Celik before, but I am interested enough to find out more about her and especially if she has published anything else.

NB: For the Turkish speakers who read this: I am aware of spelling mistakes in some of the locations and in the last name of the author. I tried, but was unable to insert the proper letters, that’s why. My apologies!

The November Bookworms Carnival

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With a few days delay, it’s finally here: the Bookworms Carnival for November. This month’s theme is short stories. I don’t know why, but there were not that many submissions (this is why I sometimes included more than one submission from the same blog). Maybe it’s because of the last-minute change of host, maybe it’s because my litblog is fairly new and doesn’t have a huge amount of readers yet, maybe us bloggers just didn’t write that much (about) short stories in the past few months. But I can assure you that the amount of submissions says nothing about the quality of the posts. And about that I can only say, that I had a blast reading your reviews and your short stories! I also discovered quite a few new blogs and writers that I will be returning to for sure.

I am sure that you will also find lots of reading fun in this Carnival.

So let’s get started!

Short stories you wrote

Seamus Kearney wrote a very gripping and suspenseful story about a man who hears sounds in the next-door apartment. It seems like someone is making his way through the wall. But is that really what it is? Go over to Shameless Words to read Something Quite Brazen!

Mark A. Rayner wrote a science-fiction story about Henry, a human who wants to tell stories but who is limited by the world he is living in: a world of cyborgs with implants. You can read Under the Blue Curve at Mark’s blog The Skwib.

Reviews

Melanie at The Indextrious Reader held a Short Stories Week in which she posted a review of a different collection of short stories each day. Accidentally or not, all the authors she reviews are Canadian and female: Kate Sutherland, Sarah Klassen, P.K. Page, L.M. Montgomery, Ethel Wilson, Frances Itani and Jacqueline Baker. For Melanie’s very diverse series of seven reviews, go here.

Cloudscome at A wrung sponge wrote a very interesting and positive review for 145th Street Short Stories, a collection of stories by Walter Dean Myers.

Raidergirl3 at An adventure in reading reviews The Lost Salt Gift of Blood, a collection of short stories by Alistair MacLeod. The stories are all set in Nova Scotia in Canada and tell about the hard lives of the fishermen and coalminers living there and the choices they have to make to make life better for themselves and for their children.

At the same blog there is also a review of The Specter Bridegroom, a short story by Washington Irving. Raidergirl3 muses about whether our ideas of what a scary story is have changed over the ages.

Imani takes us to Brittany on the other side of the Atlantic when she reviews a collection of Breton folk tales at The Books of my Numberless Dreams.

At The hidden side of a leaf Dewey reviews The Squirrel Mother by Megan Kelso, a collection of “graphic short stories”, probably a one of a kind genre.

Dewey also reviews three short stories by Margaret Atwood, Hardball, Cold-Blooded and Epaulettes.

Chris at Book-a-rama shares her favorite collections of short stories: The Lottery and Other Stories by Shirley Jackson, Great Irish Tales of Horror compiled by Peter Haining and The Collected Stories of Carol Shields.

Petunia at Educating Petunia shares how reading Edith Wharton’s ghost story The Eyes gave her a sleepless night.

Becky reviews the psychological sci-fi stories in The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury over at Becky’s Book Reviews.

Kalyan Banerjee at Thus Spake Kalyan writes about the nostalgia he felt when reading the stories in Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri.

And finally, here is the bonus post that needs a category all of its own: Gentle Reader over at Shelf Life talks about six-word stories. What they are? Head over and find out. I guarantee you’ll have fun.

Next month’s Bookworms Carnival is hosted by A Striped Armchair. The theme is non-fiction and the deadline for submission is December 14. You can email your submissions directly to Eva at astripedarmchair [at] gmail [dot] com.

The Bookworms Carnival

I know you are all waiting anxiously for the Bookworms Carnival. I had planned to put the Carnival up on Monday already, but my week got all messed up since Monday morning already. I just haven’t had enough time, but I am working very hard to get it up here tomorrow. I am so sorry for the delay, but I’m working to get the post up as soon as I can.

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

I’ll start right off with the good news: This book is one of the best I have read this year and ranks high among the best books I ever read. A Thousand Splendid Sunsknocked me off my feet. While reading the book, I saw the story in my head. I imagined what the street looked like where Laila and Mariam lived, I saw the houses they lived in. When that happens, when I imagine the story in my head, for me that is a sign of a very good book. Khaled Hosseini is an incredible storyteller and I found him very credible telling the story from the perspective of the female characters. I started reading the book at ten in the morning, finishing it at midnight the same day. I could not put the book down, wanting to know what happened next. When I finished the book, I felt like I had said goodbye to people who had become very close in a way.

The book starts with Mariam, who in the early 1970s is leading a solitary life with her mother outside the city of Herat in Afghanistan. She was born out of wedlock, her father being one of the wealthiest men in Herat, her mother at that time working as a maid in his household. Mariam’s father visits her every week, linking her with a strange and exciting world and bringing promises of luxuries that Mariam can only dream of, like a visit to a movie theater. When Mariam’s mother commits suicide, her father marries Mariam off to Rasheed, a friend of a business associate from Kabul. Mariam is only fifteen at the time, Rasheed some thirty years older.

In her new life as Rasheed’s wife, Mariam finds out that life is nowhere near as fairytale-like as her father made her belief during his weekly visits. Rasheed will not let Mariam out of the house without her wearing a burqa. Far worse, he turns out to be very violent, beating Mariam up regularly.

Then the focus in the book shifts to Laila, a nine year old girl living on the same street as Mariam and Rasheed. The year is now 1987, the army of the Soviet Union has been fighting in Afghanistan since 1979. Laila grows up in a very different environment from Mariam, with a father who encourages women’s education and women’s participation in Afghan society. Wherever Laila is, her best friend Tariq is as well. He is two years older than her and as the two grow older their friendship turns into love.

In 1992, the Soviets having left the country some three years earlier, Afghanistan is now the scene of a civil war, different ethnic groups and warlords fighting each other. Violence and fighting have arrived in the neighborhood of Laila, Mariam and Tariq as well. People are fleeing the country, and Tariq’s parents decide to flee to Pakistan as well. Taliq wants to marry Laila and take her with them, but she refuses. She does not want to abandon her parents. Shortly after Tariq has left, Laila’s parents die when a rocket hits their house. Laila survives, but is severely wounded.

She is taken in and cared after by Mariam and Rasheed, who eventually takes her as his second wife, after Laila found out that Tariq and his parents were killed on their way to Pakistan. Laila is only fourteen at that time. You can imagine how her life changes: she grew up free, valued and loved by her parents, a father who encouraged her and wanted her to go to university and do great things in life; now she becomes the wife of a man for whom women are only good to bear children, cook and clean the house and who thinks nothing of beating up his wives. After a rocky start and despite their age difference, a friendship develops between Mariam and Laila and the two women form a team trying to survive.

Despite the difficult lives of Mariam and Laila (and of Afghan women in general), the ending is one of hope. Hope for Afghanistan and hope for its children. Some might argue that the ending is too much a “happy ending”, but I felt that it couldn’t be much different as otherwise the book would be too gloomy and hopeless.

The strength of the two women is amazing. I grew to have so much respect for them and for the difficult decisions they had to take. Mariam who had never really learned or had the chance to take charge of her own life and who early on learned not to expect anything from life, Laila who at fourteen has to adjust to a completely new life in order to survive.

When everyone was going wild over The Kite Runner, Hosseini’s fist novel, I felt like “yeah, whatever”. I tend to be rather allergic to books that everyone is raving about and that are topping the bestseller lists. I prefer to go my own way. When I pick up a bestseller, it is because I am interested in it, not because it is a bestseller and everybody is reading it. After having read A Thousand Splendid Suns I will definitely go and find Hosseini’s first novel The Kite Runner now as well.

Deadline is coming up!!

The deadline for this month’s Bookworms Carnival is tomorrow, so if you still want to submit a blogpost: Be quick!

Just to remind you: this month’s theme is short stories. If you reviewed any or wrote any yourself or have any other blogpost somehow connected to the theme, do send me the link!

Please send your submission to armenianodar [at] yahoo [dot] com.

I’m looking forward to your blogposts!

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The Bookworms Carnival

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I realize I am a bit late in announcing this, but I was sick at home for most of last week and I still don’t have internet at home (I moved a couple of weeks ago), this is the first opportunity I have for posting it. My apologies!

Next week I am stepping in as host of the November edition of the Bookworms Carnival. The original host couldn’t make it, so I offered to step in. This is the first time I am hosting a carnival on either one of my blogs, so I am all excited. ;-)

This months theme is short stories, one’s that you’ve reviewed or one’s that you’ve written.

The deadline for submissions is November 9, which is this coming Friday. You can send your submissions to:

armenianodar [at] yahoo [dot] com

So if you have reviewed or written any short stories in the past few weeks or if you posted a blogpost that otherwise somehow fits the theme, don’t hesitate and send the link to me!

I have already received some good blogposts and am looking forward to lots more!

The Carnival will be up early next week.

The Sunday Salon

I held my Sunday Salon pretty much on Saturday when I started and finished Khaled Hosseini’s “A Thousand Splendid Suns”. I started at about 10:30 in the morning and ended at midnight. Wow, what a book! All I will say now is that this is definitely one of the best books I read this year. I could not put the book down. I will post a review in a separate post this week.

Since I was sick most of the past week, I spend lots of time on the couch where I made myself comfortable with hot tea, my bed cover and something to read, though I didn’t read much as I had a major headache for about four days. And I had first one and since Friday two cats to keep me company. The big one is Nirvana (aka Nirvo or The Mister) and he’s been with me for a while. The kitten arrived Friday. He is about two months old and his name is Archie (aka Kiddo; Archie comes from the Armenian word Ardchuk, which means Bear). The two took their time getting to know each other, but by now they are running around playing, jumping on each other, pulling each other’s tails. You can imagine how much fun it is just watching them.

Archie and Nirvana

Sunday I spent cleaning the house a bit, writing and reading in my “couch-bed”. I mostly read an old National Geographic from cover to cover. And of course laughing my head off because of the cats. Initially I felt like reading a book, but then I realized I still have three unfinished reviews and two that I haven’t even started writing. So I figured I might want to finish at least a couple of those before I add to the reviews-to-write.

Today I’m back at work, so no more lazy “couch-beds” for me.


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