1. Wolf Hall – Hilary Mantel (2009)
2. Gilead – Marilynne Robinson (2004)
3. Secondhand Time – Svetlana Alexievich (2013)
4. Never Let Me Go – Kazuo Ishiguro (2005)
5. Austerlitz – WG Sebald (2001)
6. The Amber Spyglass – Philip Pullman (2000)
7. Between the World and Me – Ta-Nehisi Coates (2015)
8. Autumn – Ali Smith (2016)
9. Cloud Atlas
Biliyorum ki, beni evlat edindi çünkü bir arkadaş istedi (hiç arkadaşı yoktu).
Jeanette Winterson’nın hayatını kaleme aldığı, ‘Normal olmak varken neden mutlu olasın?’ post-modernitenin ve Winterson’nun kaleminin çarpıcı bir örneğidir. Kendisinin de Bomb dergisinde söylediği gibi, bir sayfayı okuduğunuzda, o sayfanın Winterson tarafında
I ilke the line in T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets -‘ that which is only living/Can only die’.
-T.S. Eliot’un Dört Quartet’indeki şu dizeyi severim: “Yalnızca yaşayan bir şey ölebilir.”
But I was someone who wanted to be naked with someone else. I was someone who had loved the feel of skin, of sweat, of kissing, of coming. I wanted sex and I wanted closeness.
It is why I am a writer. I don’t say ‘decided’ to be or ‘became’. It was not an act of will or even a conscious choice. To avoid the narrow mesh of Mrs. Winterson’s story I had to be able to tell my own.
In both of the earlier scenarios, not having enough a good enough plan and model will lead to failure. A good way to practice communication modeling is to write out a model for manipulating people you know well—a husband, wife, parent, child, boss, or friend—to do something you want, to take some action you desire.
List the following five
“I loved God of course, in the early days,and God loved me. That was something.And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust another person to love you? I had no idea.
I thought that love was loss. “
“İlk günlerde Tanrı’yı sevdim elbette. Tanrı da beni sevdi. Eh, bu da bir şeydi. Hayvanları, doğayı da sevdim. Ve şiiri. Sorun insanlardı. Bir başkasını nasıl seversin? Bir başkasının seni sevdiğine nasıl güvenirsin?
Hiç bir fikrim yoktu.
Sevmenin kaybetmek olduğunu düşünüyordum. “
I loved God of course, in the early days, and God loved me. That was something. And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were the problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust another person to love you?
I had no idea.
I thought that love was loss.
It took me a long time to realize that there are two kind of writing. The one you write and the one that writes you. The one that writes you is dangerous. You go where you don’t want to go. You look where you don’t want to look.
Zor bir hayat, zor bir dile ihtiyaç duyar ve şiir de budur. Edebiyatın sunduğu şey budur - nasıl olduğunu söyleyecek kadar güçlü bir dil. Saklanacak bir yer değildir.Bir buluş yeridir.
I needed words because unhappy families are conspiracies of silence. The one who breaks the silence is never forgiven. He or she has to learn to forgive him or herself.