Where the hall ended

Excerpted from Love in the Days of Rebellion, by Ahmet Altan, English translation by Brendan Freely and Yelda Türedi He’d been in this large hall twice before, but his knowledge of the palace ended where the hall ended, he’d never seen anything of the palace beyond that point.  There was a small room behind theContinue reading “Where the hall ended”

Love in the Days of Rebellion

Excerpted from Love in the Days of Rebellion, by Ahmet Altan, English translation by Brendan Freely and Yelda Türedi He stood and paced with a joy he couldn’t resist; without being sure if this had come to mind at that moment or if he’d read it somewhere, he said: “Whatever it is for nature toContinue reading “Love in the Days of Rebellion”

Adding new details and events

His dead were prisoners of time, they walked as if nothing could have stopped them during the time that had stretched before them when they were born and the moment death had intercepted them, they’d been trapped in time between birth and death. When they went backward they could go no further than their birthsContinue reading “Adding new details and events”

Future/light

For mortals, the future was a darkness from which they hoped light would pour. — Ahmet Altan, Like a Sword Wound (English translation: Brendan Freely and Yelda Türedi) Gelecek, insanların içinden bir ışık fışkıracağını bekledikleri bir karanlıktı faniler için. — Ahmet Altan, Kılıç Yarası Gibi