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Auteurs primés

Çiler İlhan, Turquie

A propos de l'auteur:

Ciler Ilhan est née en 1972, elle a fait des études en Relations internationales et Sciences politiques à l’Université Bosphorus et ensuite de gestion hôtelière à la Glen Hotel School en Suisse. Elle a travaillé dans un hôtel, en tant qu’écrivain indépendant (Bogazici, Time Out Istanbul etc) et éditrice (Chat, Travel + Leisure). Elle vit a Istanbul et est actuellement en charge des relations publiques au   Ciragan Palace Kempinski Hotel a Istanbul.

En 1993 elle a reçu le prestigieux prix pour jeunes auteurs pour une de ses nouvelles. Ce prix a été établi en hommage à Yasar Nabi, un grand écrivain et éditeur. Les récits, essais, critiques littéraires, articles de voyage et traductions de Cilčer Ilhan ont été publiés dans divers journaux.

Editeur:

Everest Yayınları
Ticarethane Sok. No: 53
Cağaloğlu
İSTANBUL.
Tel. +90 212 513 34 20 -21 - Fax. +90 212 512 33 76
www.everestyayinlari.com

Agent : nermin@kalemagency.com

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Contact de l'auteur:

http://www.cilerilhan.com/en-US/
https://twitter.com/cilerilhan

Livre primé:

Sürgün (Exile)

Synopsis:

Les histoires de ce roman sont des monologues racontés par une variété de personnages réels et fictifs. Ilhan a une ample et profonde compréhension de l’expérience humaine et de la souffrance. Elle est capable d’exprimer les différentes facettes de la réalité humaine de façon directe et  vivante, sensible aux souffrances  et aux injustices de la vie. Son approche littéraire correspond bien à l’aphorisme d’Einstein : « Une formule doit être aussi simple que possible, mais pas plus simple ».

Le fait que les monologues forment un ensemble cohérent  est un des autres  aspects positifs du roman. Les monologues succincts  forment un polylogue. Ceci est une collection de nouvelles qui a la saveur d’un roman.

Extrait:

Translated from Turkish by Ayşegül Toroser Ateş & Nuri Ateş


Number 5


I’m Khan. I must admit it’s an ironic name for someone whose life was nearly taken in his mother’s womb.
Here is what happened: Apparently my mother and father were members of the Gene Purging Programme. Under the programme, my gene tests were carried out as soon as it was understood that I had been conceived. The device did not give out a signal. Everyone was happy: “Your fifth seed is pure, there, you may give birth.” But I fooled you, there! I did.
The pregnancy passed unperturbed; I did it on purpose. I didn’t make the slightest noise in there so that I wouldn’t cause any suspicion… I caused my mother neither a single bout of nausea nor a single sleepless hour... In fact, I didn’t even grow properly so that she would be totally comfortable. Oh, how happy my mother was, how happy everyone was... Well, a pure gene. These pure genes are something, good thing we joined this programme. Look at Ayşe, poor woman, how flatulent she is.
I waited. To tell you the truth, I waited quite a long time; I waited for quite a long time, at least… I thought that if I waited for nine months I would be sure to get out no matter what. After all, by then I was officially considered a human being! By the end of the ninth month my hands were slightly overgrown, and I was tired of making them into fists so that my mother’s belly would not swell too much; I loosened them a little bit. Not altogether, mind you, just a little bit, just to get a little bit comfortable. If only I hadn’t done that! My mother, whose pregnancy was passing so easily, as if she were a princess, having felt the slightest discomfort in her belly ran off to the doctor, ordering my father over the phone to “Come quickly”. The white-shirts, they love pontificating on such matters, they can’t have enough, they got together at once. That a baby with purged genes should cause discomfort! Impossible! The white-shirts got suspicious. No, they said, no. There is something wrong here. That famous device was brought in straight away, the belly was listened to, glances were exchanged secretly, words were exchanged openly: There has been a terrible mistake. A one-in-a-million kind of thing. You must have understood by the fact that the device gave out a signal; your baby’s genes are not pure!
My mother was furious, with that huge belly of hers! How could such a thing happen! I spent a bagful of money for this programme!
We are very sorry, madam, you will get a refund immediately.

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