The Guardian Gazetesine Göre 21. Yüzyılın En İyi Kitapları
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
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.”
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“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. “
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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.
Another presence is hard for me. I wish it were not so. Because I would really like to live with someone I love.
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.
“But what is really your own never does leave you.”
-“Ancak gerçekten sizin olan şey sizi asla bırakmaz.”
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Like Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson and Virginia Woolf
Why should a woman be limited by anything or anybody? Why should a woman not be ambitious for literature? Ambitious for herself?
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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.
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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.
Love. The difficult word. Where everything starts, where we always return. Love. Love’s lack. The possibility of love.
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Reading is where the wild things are.
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I was very quiet for a while, but I had realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe.
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Do we see what we think we see? Do we love as we believe we love?
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