Başkomiser Nevzat Series by Ahmet Ümit

Translation of "Kavim".

A thrilling take which moves back and forth through time, from the early days of Byzantium to the thriving metropolis of Istanbul... A corpse is discovered at the base of the statue of Ataturk in old Istanbul, an antique coin left in its hand... But it's not to be the last corpse and the bodies soon begin to pile up... And so the hunt for the killers begins.. moreA thrilling take which moves back and forth through time, from the early days of Byzantium to the thriving metropolis of Istanbul... A corpse is discovered at the base of the statue of Ataturk in old Istanbul, an antique coin left in its hand... But it's not to be the last corpse and the bodies soon begin to pile up... And so the hunt for the killers begins... Seven murders, seven sovereigns, seven coins and seven ancient monuments, with one thread binding them all: the history of one of the world's most mysterious and most dazzling cities. less

In the fast-paced novel When Pera Trees Whisper, the Gezi Park Resistance plays an important part in the story, taking readers to the legendary places in Istanbul that had a dramatic role in this massive uprising in Turkey’s very recent history.Darkness…Darkness made much heavier by the cold. From a distance, songs reach his ear, the jovial shrieks of women, exaggerated drunken wails. Someone is cursing, perhaps to the heavens... moreIn the fast-paced novel When Pera Trees Whisper, the Gezi Park Resistance plays an important part in the story, taking readers to the legendary places in Istanbul that had a dramatic role in this massive uprising in Turkey’s very recent history.Darkness…Darkness made much heavier by the cold. From a distance, songs reach his ear, the jovial shrieks of women, exaggerated drunken wails. Someone is cursing, perhaps to the heavens. Perhaps someone is sobbing, and just maybe someone is dying in the midst of this cacophony, this uproar. He doesn’t give a damn. He’s shed it all off; there’s just the rage… He walks without knowing where he is going, engulfed by hatred. That green-eyed monster, jealousy, has clutched his heart in its steely claw and is squeezing away.Women, says a voice from the depths of his consciousness…Women. You cannot play around with them. You think you are playing with them but then the next thing you know, you’ve become the toy. In the street appear the faces of the women he’s had in his life. Their images fall at his feet one by one. All of them with heads hung and eyes filled with grief... All of them heartbroken. He brushes it off, passing over and stepping on them like puddles, but the images fall onto the ground once again. Women, the voice says again. You can never escape them; their spirits will haunt you for the rest of your life... less

«Είδα τον πόνο. Είδα αργά αργά να συρρικνώνεται η ίριδα στο µέσον των µατιών τους και κατόπιν να σκάει έξαφνα σαν κραυγή. Είδα τα τρεµάµενα χείλη, τα πρόσωπα που µετατράπηκαν σε µελισσοκέρι, τα βαθουλωµένα µάγουλα, τα διογκωµένα ζυγωµατικά, τις κόγχες των µατιών που βάθαιναν και θύµιζαν σπηλιά, τις αποξηραµένες γλώσσες µέσα στα στεγνά στόµατα. Και αντιλήφθηκα ότι η στιγµή κατά την οποία συνειδητοποιούµε την ύπαρξή µας είναι η στιγµή που σπαρταρούµε από τον πόνο.. more«Είδα τον πόνο. Είδα αργά αργά να συρρικνώνεται η ίριδα στο µέσον των µατιών τους και κατόπιν να σκάει έξαφνα σαν κραυγή. Είδα τα τρεµάµενα χείλη, τα πρόσωπα που µετατράπηκαν σε µελισσοκέρι, τα βαθουλωµένα µάγουλα, τα διογκωµένα ζυγωµατικά, τις κόγχες των µατιών που βάθαιναν και θύµιζαν σπηλιά, τις αποξηραµένες γλώσσες µέσα στα στεγνά στόµατα. Και αντιλήφθηκα ότι η στιγµή κατά την οποία συνειδητοποιούµε την ύπαρξή µας είναι η στιγµή που σπαρταρούµε από τον πόνο...Φοβόµουν, διότι είδα την αρχική στιγµή όταν άνθρωπος σκοτώνει τον συνάνθρωπο, άκουσα το ουρλιαχτό της νίκης του δολοφόνου, την κραυγή φόβου του θύµατος. Ούρλιαξα κι εγώ σαν δολοφόνος κι έβγαλα την κραυγή του φόβου που βγάζει το θύµα. Μου άρεσε αυτή η κατάσταση του ανθρώπου.»Ο αστυνόµος Νεβζάτ αναλαµβάνει, µαζί µε τους βοηθούς του, τον υπαστυνόµο Αλή και την υπαστυνόµο Ζεϊνέπ, να ανακαλύψει τον δολοφόνο που εξοντώνει παιδόφιλους, µέσα σ’ ένα κλίµα αναταραχής και βίας, µέσα σε µια νέα πραγµατικότητα σηµαδεµένη από το φαινόµενο της εµπορίας ανθρώπινων οργάνων, στο οποίο καταφεύγουν για να γλιτώσουν από τη µιζέρια οι Σύροι πρόσφυγες στην Τουρκία... less

İstanbul’da bir kanun adamı, sokaklarda bir suç bilgesi. Başkomiser Nevzat, karmaşık cinayetleri çözerken insan ruhunun derinliklerinde gezinmeye devam ediyor...Edebiyat bazen çok tehlikeli olabilir. Anna Karenina, Madam Bovary, Esmeralda ve daha birçok kadın roman kahramanı... Bu muhteşem kadınlara ulaşmaya çabalarken, önce doğru düşünme yeteneğini, sonra da yaşamını yitiren bir adam...Kimsenin önemsemediği overlokçu bir kızın cinayeti bile önemli sırlar içerir... moreİstanbul’da bir kanun adamı, sokaklarda bir suç bilgesi. Başkomiser Nevzat, karmaşık cinayetleri çözerken insan ruhunun derinliklerinde gezinmeye devam ediyor...Edebiyat bazen çok tehlikeli olabilir. Anna Karenina, Madam Bovary, Esmeralda ve daha birçok kadın roman kahramanı... Bu muhteşem kadınlara ulaşmaya çabalarken, önce doğru düşünme yeteneğini, sonra da yaşamını yitiren bir adam...Kimsenin önemsemediği overlokçu bir kızın cinayeti bile önemli sırlar içerir. Katil ve maktul apaçık ortadaymış gibi görünse de hakikat çok derinlerde gizlenmiş olabilir. Ama ne kadar gizlenirse gizlensin, Başkomiser Nevzat gibi vicdanlı polisler olduğu sürece karanlık aydınlanacak, adalet mutlaka yerini bulacaktır.Aşk hiçbir zaman masum değildir. Petersburg’un soğuğundan, İstanbul’un sıcağına gelen bir Rus bilim insanı. İstihbarat servislerini birbirine düşürecek kadar gizemli bir kayboluş. Mutluluğu ararken kendini ölümün kıyısında bulan çaresiz bir âşık...En zevkli anlar kanlı gerçeklere dönüşebilir…Cinayetleri çözmek için sadece aklından ve deneyimlerinden değil, yaralı yüreğinden de güç alan Başkomiser Nevzat, belki de en çok bu yüzden ayrılıyor benzerlerinden, belki de en çok bu yüzden seviliyor, okunuyor ve hatırlanıyor. “Aşkımız Eski Bir Roman”, onun bu zorlu serüveninde yepyeni bir halka...“... mesleğini doğru yapmak için cesaret yetmez, aynı anda kocaman bir yürek ister. Ama o yürek çelikten yapılmıyor. Bir süre sonra el bombası gibi gümlüyor. O yüreği zamansız gümletmeyelim Ali. Zalimleri sevindirmenin âlemi yok.” less