REORIENT:

… Beyond this smooth plowed land the scrub of the Chukurova begins. Thickly covered with a tangle of brushwood, reeds, blackberry brambles, wild vines, and rushes, its deep green expanse seems boundless, wilder and darker than a forest … 

These were some of the first lines of Yashar Kemal’s I’d ever read, and I knew, somewhat instinctively, that they would be far from the last. I wasn’t a Turkish schoolboy trudging throughde rigeur reading, but rather a bored, daydreaming university student in Toronto caught between the dead of winter and the doldrums of a third semester. 

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