Stiller

Sculptor Anatol Ludwig Stiller has been missing for a long time. Mr. A man named White is arrested on the grounds that he is Stiller. White cannot accept this, but over time he becomes interested in Stiller's identity and begins to keep notes about the sculptor in the prison. A masterpiece that includes the reader in the "game"...


TASTER

First Notebook

I am not Stiller! – Since the day I was brought to this prison, which I will describe in detail later, I have been saying this sentence non-stop, swearing that I am not Stiller and asking for whiskey, “otherwise I will not make any other statement.” Because I realized that I cannot be myself without whiskey, I tend to be under all kinds of influences, to play a role that has nothing to do with me, but will benefit them; The most important thing for me in this meaningless situation (they think I am someone who lives in their small town and has been declared missing!) is that I should not be deceived by their words, that I should be alert to their friendly attempts to impersonate someone else, and that I should not turn a deaf ear to their offers, even if they amount to rudeness; What I'm saying is this: The most important thing for me right now is that, unfortunately, I'm no other than who I really am, so I won't stop shouting whiskey whenever anyone comes near my cell. Besides, I said days ago that whiskey does not have to be the best brand, it is enough for it to be drinkable; “Otherwise,” I said, “I will remain sober, and no matter how you question me, you will not be able to get a word out of my mouth, at least not something decent.” In vain! Today they brought me this notebook with blank pages: I should write my life here! They probably want me to prove that I have a life, a life other than the missing Mr. Stiller's.
“Just write the truth,” says the court-provided lawyer, “just the pure, plain truth. If you run out of ink, you can always have it refilled!”
It's been exactly a week since I slapped you which led to my arrest. Since I was quite drunk (this is what is written in the report), I have difficulty explaining the incident, that is, the appearance of the incident.
“Come with me!” said the customs officer.
“Please,” I said, “don't give me any trouble, my train is about to leave.”
“But you won't be on it,” said the customs officer.
The way the officer pulled me from the step of the train. Because of this, I didn't feel like answering his questions. He was holding my passport. The friend who stamped the passengers' passports had not yet gotten off the train.
“What is missing from my passport?” I asked.
No answer.
“I'm just doing my duty,” he said several times, “and you know that very well.”
Without answering my question about what was missing in my passport – although it was my passport. It was an American passport and I had traveled half the world with it!– “Come with me!” he said again in a Swiss accent. he said.
“Please,” I said, “if you don't want to be slapped, sir, don't hold my arm; I don't like this at all.”
“Go for it!”



Number of Pages: 424

Print Year: 2014


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Yapı Kredi Publications

Number of Pages: 424

First Printing Year: 2006

Language: Turkish