Songs My Mother Never Taught Me

Songs My Mother Never Taught Me

Language: English

Pages: 212

ISBN: 1846590531

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


“Altun offers us three delights for the price of one: a brilliantly edgy, witty thriller that rivals Highsmith; a metaphysical puzzle that Borges would be proud to call his own; and a tale of two assassins that conveys, better than any other novel I have read, the way that money talks in Istanbul.”—Maureen Freely

"A deft, zinging whodunnit which is also a metaphysical puzzle worthy of the Oulipo group. Altun’s prose has a dreamlike urgency; his novel is a major achievement."—John Ashbery

After the death of his overbearing mother, the privileged Arda reclines in his wealth, reflecting on his young life and on the life of his father, the famous mathematician Mürsel Ergenekon, who was murdered on Arda’s fourteenth birthday. While on the other side of the city, “your humble servant” Bedirhan has decided to pack in his ten-year career as an assassin.

Their two lives become intrinsically bound in this remarkable thriller that takes us through the streets of Istanbul. We learn that Bedirhan in fact killed Arda’s father, and that they share more in common than he or we could imagine.

Meanwhile, Selçuk Altun, a former family friend, is playing a deadly game, providing Arda with clues to track down his father’s killer.

Selçuk Altun was born in Artvin, Turkey, in 1950. He lives in Istanbul, and Songs My Mother Never Taught Me is his fourth novel to be published in Turkish. He is a retired banking executive and a bibliophile.

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stories she whispered. The modulations of her magical voice, her artificial chuckle and threatening eye movements took over my life. On the two half-days she went to the university she was happy if I cried when she left. Apparently as the garden gate closed behind the huge Mercedes, I beat at İfakat’s huge breasts and bit her snow-white arms neurotically. When I was in the second year of my primary school the driver of the school minibus was sacked for scolding me. The following year a

stories she whispered. The modulations of her magical voice, her artificial chuckle and threatening eye movements took over my life. On the two half-days she went to the university she was happy if I cried when she left. Apparently as the garden gate closed behind the huge Mercedes, I beat at İfakat’s huge breasts and bit her snow-white arms neurotically. When I was in the second year of my primary school the driver of the school minibus was sacked for scolding me. The following year a

omitted completely the paragraph about losing my first love to my father. I relaxed as I talked, and İz listened wide-eyed. I remember her saying, ‘Life doesn’t differentiate between the real and the imaginary, it’s the children who pay the penalty for conflict between two intelligent human beings.’ As I was paying the bill I noticed Jale giggling with her snobbish friends three tables away. (Are your ears ringing, Adil Kasnak, my future Hodja?) İz noticed my expression changing. ‘What’s up,

affair, killed her in front of her children by cutting her throat. 9. Aydın: Thinking his wife had gone out, M.G. (28) brought his lover back in the boot of his car. Realizing his wife was at home he forgot all about the lover, who was later rescued by the police when they heard banging from the boot. 10. Bursa: Intoxicated L.A. parked her car on a downhill slope, but instead of putting on the handbrake she lay down in front of the car. I went to the shooting range because I had made a

its barrel growing nervous, in my right a torch. I inhaled the rosemary-scented aroma of the barrel of my pistol. Long live communal living, the upstairs door was open too! As the moans from the dimly-lit room increased my hands began to shake. I slowly peeped inside, where a tender young curly-haired boy lay on a bed, knocked out and probably doped by paint thinner. His naked body looked like a bag of bones. Zazo hadn’t yet taken off his dirty underpants. He was like a vulture sniffing its

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