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Turkey and Westernization

I am reading another book by a Turkish author, this time a female, Elif Shafak. She is a popular novelist in Turkey though this particular book, Black Milk, is a memoir regarding “Writing, motherhood, and the harem within.” Earlier in my blogging life, I “held forth” re another Turkish author, Orhan Pamuk, especially his novel, The Museum of Innocence. My selection of these two authors arose from a day I was fortunate to spend in Istanbul last spring where I marveled at the beauty of their country, the kindness of their people, and the pronounced Westernization of their culture.

When I got home last spring, I quickly did some “Wiki-pedi (ing)” of Turkey and of course their famous leader from the early 20th century, Kamel Ataturk. I did further on-line reading this morning re Ataturk and am even more astounding at how he brazenly ruled that country and almost single-handedly decided to put in on the course of “Westernization.”  Incidentally, the novels of Pamuk in particular frequently allude to this transformation of his country and often evoke a sense of sadness over the loss that many people still feel in his country as a result of Ataturk’s iron-fisted, though apparently benign, rule. I think the psycho-social terms for these feelings include “anomie”, “unrootedness”, “alienation”, and “depression.”

Part of me pines for the days when a country’s leader could, by force of will (personal and political), shape the direction of his country. I think of the many good things that someone like O’Bama could do if he had the power. But that is because, of course, I’m a liberal Democrat; and if O’Bama had this power then so could the next fellow/fellow-ess. That is not the world that we live in any more. That kind of power is a thing of the past…other than in totalitarian countries of course!

Unfortunately, we are now left with a mess, a partisan political environment in which significant changes cannot be made.

Let me close with a quotation from Ataturk which reflect his pronounced Western viewpoint:

Humankind is a single body and each nation a part of that body. We must never say ‘What does it matter to me if some part of the world is ailing?’ If there is such an illness, we must concern ourselves with it as though we were having that illness.

Gosh I hope Rick Perry checks in here today.

orhan pamuk

Pamuk is a Turkish author who was born in 1952 and has published multiple novels which are available in English.  I’ve read two of them, The Museum of Innocence,  and Istanbul.  Of the two, Museum is my favorite.  He eloquently captures the angst that has characterized Turkish culture the past 100 years as they deal with the issue of Westernization forced upon them by Attaturk.  Museum is a love story but I did not value it so much for that as for his ability to capture the pulse of his country as it wrestled with new values and liberties.  There was, however, a pervasive sadness that came across which probably always accompanies a culture that has had its religion and value-system brought into question.

I recently spent about 27 hours in Istanbul and found it a lovely city.  I loved its tavernas—–a popular beer Effes and the historic raki.  And its people were wonderful.  Also, tulips were abounding at that point, in late April.  They were spectacular.  Here is one picture I captured of the tulips.