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When Pera Trees Whisper
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- Ürün Kodu: A.148301
- Yazar: Ahmet Ümit
- Yayınevi: Everest Yayınları
- Barkod: 9786051417387
- Orijinal Adı: Beyoğlu'nun En Güzel Abisi
- Cilt Durumu: Ciltsiz
- Kağıt Türü: 1. Hamur
- Kapak Türü: Karton
- Yayın Dili: İngilizce
- Orijinal Dili: Türkçe
- Sayfa Sayısı: 440
- Basım Tarihi: Mayıs 2014
- Kaçıncı Baskı: 2.Baskı
- Son Basım Tarihi: Kasım 2017
- Ebat: 13,5 X 19,5
- Çevirmen: Elke Dixon
- Grafiker: Füsun Turcan Elmasoğlu
- Sayfa Tasarımı: Hülya Fırat
As one of Turkey’s most successful contemporary writers, Ahmet Ümit has so far published more than 20 novels. Although these are generally associated with the literary genre of crime fiction, psychological, social and philosophical aspects are also essential elements in his works. In the fast-paced novel When Pera Trees Whisper, the Gezi Park Resistance plays an important part in the story, taking readers to the legendary places in Istanbul that had a dramatic role in this massive uprising in Turkey’s very recent history.
Darkness…
Darkness made much heavier by the cold. From a distance, songs reach his ear, the jovial shrieks of women, exaggerated drunken wails. Someone is cursing, perhaps to the heavens. Perhaps someone is sobbing, and just maybe someone is dying in the midst of this cacophony, this uproar. He doesn’t give a damn. He’s shed it all off; there’s just the rage… He walks without knowing he is going, engulfed by hatred. That green-eyed monster, jealousy, has clutched his heart in its steely claw and is squeezing away.
Women, says a voice from
the depths of his consciousness…
Women. You cannot play around with them. You think you are playing with them but then the next thing you know, you’ve become the toy. In the street appear the faces of the women he’s had in his life. Their images fall at his feet one by one. All of them with heads hung and eyes filled with grief... All of them heartbroken. He brushes it off, passing over and stepping on them like puddles, but the images fall onto the ground once again. Women, the voice says again. You can never escape them; their spirits will haunt you for the rest of your life...
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