Sentences like this stick: “We were soon scattered around like the seeds of a pomegranate that had burst on the ground.” Even without the context, one can imagine what could be described here. It’s not a pretty picture, but in his novel “The Faraway Village of My Childhood,” the Kurdish-Turkish writer Yavuz Ekinci tells even gruesome scenes in gentle, vivid language.
Novel “The Faraway Village of My Childhood” – Culture
