Song of Other Languages

I was destined to read your letter on the return ferry, where the city lights glittered behind us in the waters. Once again, you came, proving my fears in vain; my faith, my hope justified. My insides warmed, my frost eased, I spread the scent of flowers to the nose that drew me in. There was a fresh scent on you, too. As if there were grass, a quiet stream. As if the moon was there in the evening, crickets, the smell of wood, the hut, the mattress, you, me. If I were a mermaid, I would catch you in the web of my hair and drag you along the depths with me. No island seemed like a place I could leave you. And you would have chosen your rocks, your soil, your home. I was not a mermaid. I got off the ferry alone again.

In her first book, Songs of Other Languages, which won the Yaşar Nabi Nayır Award in 1998, Karin Karakaşlı tells us warm stories written in a single language but embracing all languages. About Istanbul, living, and living Istanbul.

(From the Promotional Bulletin)

Dough Type : 2. Dough

Number of Pages : 128

Year of First Printing : 2017

Number of Printing : 1. Print

Media Type : Paperback