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A different experience... If I were to define suicide, I would say this. A very different, real, sad, astonishing, devastating reading experience.
I didn't read Intihar in one breath. I couldn't read. I was more impressed when I read about the author's life, and I think I finished the book with the author's tragic end in the back of my mind.
Suicide written like a letter. The narrator of the book writes to a friend who committed suicide twenty years ago. There is neither his friend's name nor his own name. But he knows his friend so well, he explains it so knowingly that I was surprised when I read it. The author tells about his friend's resentments, regrets, joys, things he likes and many other topics. It's as if he's talking about himself, as if the person he's talking about suddenly becomes himself. This is the reason why you find the book strange, the reader thinks he is talking about himself in the third person...
I think the most striking part of the approximately 80-page book was the following sentence on page 22: "Your father was harsh with others. Her mother, on the other hand, shared the pain of others. One day, you directed the remaining harshness towards yourself. "You were the one who made him suffer like your father, and the one who suffered like your mother."
The author ends his life by committing suicide, just like the character in the book. He delivers the book to the publisher and commits suicide ten days later. When I finished reading it, a strange serenity came over me. One of the rare books that I don't think everyone will like is Suicide. But for me, Suicide was a book that I am glad I read. Let death and your stubbornness towards death affect your perspective on life, get lost in the pages, my friends...
Cengiz Özakıncı’nın, 
Tarih Üzerinden Psikolojik Savaş ve Atatürk Dersi kitabına yapacağım incelemeyi merakla beklediklerini biliyorum. Bu güzel tarihi araştırma ve karşı savunma
