Kenan Orhan: The Renovation, Gebunden
The Renovation
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- Verlag:
- Penguin Books Ltd, 03/2026
- Einband:
- Gebunden
- Sprache:
- Englisch
- ISBN-13:
- 9780241745779
- Umfang:
- 240 Seiten
- Gewicht:
- 400 g
- Maße:
- 222 x 138 mm
- Stärke:
- 25 mm
- Erscheinungstermin:
- 26.3.2026
- Hinweis
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Klappentext
A dazzlingly original new voice in literary fiction for fans of Ali Smith, Mohsin Hamid and Elif Shafak
The Renovation is a heart-breaking portrait of one family caught in the tides of history, grappling with grief, exile, politics and the painful absurdity of love
Dilara's father is disappearing. His memories are collapsing, dementia stealing a little more of him each day. She has persuaded him to move in with her, hiring builders to adapt her apartment to his new needs, but when the renovation is complete she discovers a big problem: instead of a new en-suite bathroom, the builders have installed a Turkish prison cell.
At first she is outraged. There has surely been some mistake. Dilara's family are exiles - they left Turkey many years ago and have never been back. The last thing she wants is a piece of her estranged homeland appearing uninvited in her new home.
But as the weeks pass, her indignation gradually gives way to curiosity. Beyond the cell door, she glimpses Turkish guards going about their work. Through the cell walls, she hears Turkish prisoners murmuring, rustling, crying out in their sleep. And in the strange, impossible air of the cell itself, she smells the sesame scent of freshly baked simit, she tastes the fine dust of the Anatolian steppe on her tongue.
Even as she struggles to care for her father, to keep the family finances afloat and stop the wheels coming off her marriage, Dilara is drawn back again and again to the mysterious prison cell, and through it to a city that once belonged to her - to the salt wind off the Marmara, the sky full of gulls and domes and minarets - drawn inexorably back to Istanbul.