I have read mystery novels, and in them the subconscious is prepared for a revelation, we are made to think of it like tale, a dilemma but imagine your surprise when a novel set in 70’s Istanbul and covers roughly forty years of time span, end in murder and turns out to be a woman’s novel. It is tough to explain the discourse of this piece, though the actual narrator comes to light in the end but the battle between the heart and the mind stops you from accepting the details.
Cem a 15 year old boy is infatuated by a 33 old woman, who is a theater artist, back in 1970, Turkey was going through an uprising, and communists were trying their best to stay away from being caught, thus the moving theatre group.
Cem was apprentice to the famous Master Mahut (the well digger) and was giving up his summer break to save money for school, he ends up studying engeneering geology though he always wanted to be a writer. All said and done the book endlessly quoted “Oedipus Complex and Ferdowsi’s Shahnama (the former sees the tragedy where the son kills his father and sleeps with his mother and the latter being a mirror where the father kills the son).
The red haired woman comes out as a hapless being engrossed with Oedipus complex and her identity crisis makes her commit blunders that effects lives of the ones around her. Though I am not with the thought that she did it unknowingly, for me she did it to prove the power of sexuality and how meek men are, (age irrelevant), and how very powerful the feminine charm is when used powerfully.
The saga of love, kids, infertility, bastard child, inheritance, father issues, and much more. This novel is much more than your regular read. It was also bestowed with the Nobel Prize In Literature. Go ahead, read at your own risk.