Oh We Cowardly Intellectuals

While I was trying to give the social topography of Turkey, I did this by mocking my own people, ridiculing them, and criticizing them, and I was very angry with them. But I loved them more than all of these, with a feeling superior to all of them. Whatever I wrote, I wrote it by truly, truly loving my people.

There is a very cliché saying "to love people". I don't like this word in its literal sense, I don't find it true. Because, when it comes to loving people, loving the people, are we going to love them as they are, in their current situation? In other words, will we love without getting angry at the bad ones and tolerating the bad things? No, I love by getting angry, but the root of my anger is love. I'm angry because I don't like the current situation. But because I love the people I include in my stories, I want their situations to change and I try to do so.

I am a humor writer. How can one make a joke without getting angry, without getting angry, without being angry at all times, without constantly being angry? And how can you make art without loving the people you are angry with? I think it would not be wrong to say that my stories, in which I try to draw the social topography of my country in the age I live in, are the products of my anger and love, both coming from the same source of emotion.

From the section called "Anger towards the loved one..."
(From the Promotional Bulletin)< br>


Number of Pages: 280

Printing Year: 2014


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Nesin Publishing

Number of Pages: 280

First Print Year: 2009

Language: Turkish