Farewell: A Mansion in Occupied Istanbul (Turkish Literature)
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A sweeping story of the final collapse of the Ottoman Empire over the course of the First World War, "Farewell" is a novel of one particular family living in one particular house during these historic events.
children, I fear,” Ahmet Reşat said. “Impertinent children,” Saryalıhanım added for good measure. Leman’s eyes filled with tears. “Then I’m a lucky man indeed to have a fiancée with the guile-lessness of a child,” Mahir said. “Come on,” Ahmet Reşat said, “Let’s speak of pleasant things at dinner this evening. I want to smile when I look back at this, my last meal with my entire family.” “What do you mean ‘last meal’? We’ll have many more meals together,” Behice said. Her husband’s decision
the world.” “But Saraylıhanım, wouldn’t we be declaring to the neighbors that we’ve been harboring a criminal?” “Then let’s consider the alternative. Is it better to surrender Kemal to the police or to endure a few wagging tongues?” Behice was feeling sick at heart. They’d already been disgraced once in the neighbors’ eyes, when the police had arrived at the house after Kemal’s falling out with CUP. Would they never be rid of him? Had she no right to lead a peaceful life with her husband and
Nationalists.” “So I’ve heard. The ladies in my organization have discussed it.” “Just think, Azra, this association has identified over twenty-five religious schools in Anatolia. With the funding from the Sultan, they’re swimming in money. And how do you think the Sultan finances them?” “How?” “The money is provided by the occupation forces. The English disburse funds to the Sultan, who passes the money along to pro-English proponents of Shari’a, chief among them Sheikh Sait. If Fehime
said Reşat Bey. “Thank God for the mild weather.” Alone in the sitting room, Kemal stretched out on the divan and placed his arms under his head. He was bone-tired, that exhaustion born of awaiting news that never arrives. He’d grown weary of life, of everything but his translations and making love with Mehpare. A breeze brought the smell of the sea through the half-open window. Kemal filled his lungs and gazed up at the deepening darkness of the evening sky. The white blossoms of the magnolia
door to tell them that he’d arrived safely and that they shouldn’t be alarmed if there was no more news for a time. Simply traveling to and fro was hazardous, and try as he would to remain calm Ahmet Reşat couldn’t help worrying. It was on one of those trying days, as he sat yet again at his desk wrestling with figures and ledgers, that Hüsnü Efendi entered the room carrying an envelope. “From the postman?” Ahmet Reşat asked as he reached out his hand and took it. “A lady brought it, sir.”