An Autodidact Freedom Searcher – Gorky

For the last couple of years, whenever I gazed over the shelves of the bookcase, this book attracted my attention. Finally I had a chance to read it: True Stories by Maxim Gorky.

Some books are fun and easy to read, while some give a different kind of literary satisfaction. Gorky’s stories are not difficult to read, but they also have that sweet taste of literature. It has been a long time since I read such a literary work and it felt good.

I just finished the book and I wanted to write a post about it. Characters are described quite well, I felt like I already know these people who lived more than a century ago. Some of the stories tell folk stories, some have epic sounds, but all have realistic approach to character descriptions, and they all tell the search for freedom. Many parts have long philosophical parts about freedom, meaning of life, and change in life styles as people move towards cities.

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In this image, two grass-heads accompany the book, True Stories by Maxim Gorky.

One of the parts that loved about this book is the beautiful imagery! Many of the stories have impressive descriptions of sea, wind and the appearance of the characters.

I also made a quick research about Gorky. According Henri Troyat, Gorky, who grew up in poverty and tried to educate himself in absence of formal education, is a total autodidact, a self-learner. Freedom is the main theme in most of his works and maybe that’s why Troyat describes him as a utopian. The stories give insight to the politics of late 19th century, and the lives of working class men. 

I read this book in Turkish, so now I want to see how other languages treat the imageries and other literary tools. I wish I could read all the books in their original languages, because translation is an art itself and some things change when translating.

I just finished the book and now I will make Oyku start reading this book so that we can discuss!

Love,

Ovgu

Tears of Love

The title sounds lame but wait until you read this post.

A few weeks ago we went to a florist.  The owner has turned his large backyard of his little house to a plant storage, almost a plant-house and now he cultivates seedlings of citrus, jasmine and bougainvilleas. He also sells pots of flowers, mostly to be planted, and a very small collection of succulents. Oyku and I love succulents and when we went near them we saw a different looking plant. We had seen that plant for the first time in our lives and before we could ask about it the owner told the name: ‘Tears of Love’. It seemed as if this was one of his favorites. He explained that the plant doesn’t have flowers, but when a little bud drops on the soil, a new plant grows from there. 


We think this plant is a succulent or a type of cactus (forgive our lack of knowledge about succulents and cacti; we may not know much, but we are admirers) and propogation is possible with the small buds. We wonder who named this type of succulent with such a romantic/emotional name. We did not get this plant, but it we wish we did! 


This plant seemed very interesting to us, so we wanted to post it on our blog. It is beautiful and different. Besides, anything with a story is more beautiful.


P.S.: We were so excited to learn more about the plants and asked the names of them. The florist answered to most of our questions, but hesitated at some. He then said, “There are so many plants, it is hard to know and remember all of their names. So I don’t know some of them, and we make up names for some.” Who knows, maybe “Eye Drop of Love” is a name that is made up. You can comment below if you know about it!

Love,

Ovgu and Oyku

Race is Not Limited With the Appearance; Appearance is A ‘Single Story’

As an international student I have given so many opportunities to think about what I am doing here in the US. No, not in a negative light – and by the passive voice in the sentence before this, I try to tell that not only I think about the fact I am a foreigner, but also I am surrounded by factors that remind me that I am a foreigner.

Being a foreigner starts with (sometimes) traveling. A person learns about herself the most when she travels out of home to live in another country. I travelled out home for high school; it was a travel within the country, and then I travelled out of home for college in the US. Both transitions were interesting and sometimes difficult because of the cultural differences.

When I watched the Ted Talk “the Danger of a Single Story” I could Continue reading