Apartman Boşluğu

Another detail that caught my attention in the bedroom was the orange-sized hole in the middle of the wall. The real estate agent wasn't talking about the hole, even though he was looking in that direction and commenting like a machine gun on everything he saw. For a moment I thought I was the only one who saw the hole. Could it be that he was only visible to me? I continued to stare, shuddering. The real estate agent looked at me and then where I was looking. Luckily he could see it too. We stood side by side, staring into the darkness beyond the hole. It was as if a voice from within had called out to both of us: “Hush, you two!” For a moment I imagined myself seeing myself through the wall, through the hole. My face at the center of the circle in the middle of the darkness was confused.

We have an uneasy person in front of us... Arif, a middle-class, educated, former advertiser, who sings in a cover band that never gets shorter... He decides to reset himself when he locks himself up in his new house, which he finds quieter, to compose... Else He wants to have a life, and he thinks of living something new that is meaningful and creative. Outside is crowded and full of monotony, sometimes Arif is afraid of everyone and everything, most of all himself... Then the hole in the wall appears like a reel coming out of the dream world... A hole opening into the apartment space... Strange sounds are coming from the house. And a musician who becomes increasingly paranoid begins to have a sick relationship with sounds.

Man's fear of man...
A novel of emptiness and anxiety by Hakan Biçakci...



Number of Pages : 254

Printing Year: 2011


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Iletisim Yayıncılık

Number of Pages: 254

First Printing Year: 2011

Language : Turkish