Infinity Plus One

by Secil Tekin

Our hearts are weepy, as much ionized as the last cloud left after a flood that has subsided just a little while ago. Would you like to imagine a woman coming out of distant lands, as we are desperately seeking for our home heaven along this splashing-confusing, but yet confusing-calming tao of life? Just to narrate your, mine, or our story. Never mind her melancholic fashion. She’s incessantly been asserting that miseries are fatal and no member of happiness would be left half. She’s been undauntedly vocalizing the words and sentences that have not been filtered by the brain due to ceaseless inner voice. Along times of silence, crowning all, she is not obstinate so far to an omerta. Simply, she is a splendid listener, her words are healing, her hands are curative, and above all her heart is a wide-open field of harvest. Precisely because of that, Infinity+1 is the story of every single woman on the planet. My intention is to vitalize all the memories sinking into oblivion along the daily rush; to keep some awake all along the nights, to bury some into the past, and to listen to the dreams of some others. Indeed, every single soul of us hopes, suffers and loves more than the narrated. That my first book, The Woman Missing Ring Finger, met both with listeners and readers has excited me a lot. Reuniting with readers almost compares to freeing a huge heart boxed up in chest, and reviving in varying something like reciting to water all the trials and tribulations, confidential secrets in a flash. Now, I feel the same excitement in my bones. Short letters presented in our book, passages having a start and an end, indeed have not been experienced as easily as written. All the traces remain some on my back, some in my mind and still some other in my heart… Each letter seeking for an owner has been waiting for an embracement between lines. Those letters are already familiar to the listeners of my radio program, Blue Night. Everything started with a decision to compile the-most-requested parts of ninety short stores in a book. I wished, by means of these short letters, every single lover would express his/her love easily. Let them enlighten you along the nights you would examine love, separation, fidelity, mercy, or conscience. Let them become your closest confidante through the times that you think no single soul understands you. They would visit and caress your hair; give a helping hand and stand like a huge mountain behind you at the moment of the most urgent need. Our hero adds an extra brushstroke on the flamboyant canvas of his/her life portrait for as much as excited Pablo Picasso felt while painting his first tableaux… S/he has promised all your failures, wrong decisions and sense of guilt will be lent to Kafka. Between you and me, Kafka challenge the world as our lawyer. Pushkin is to blame for our inverted sentences. No need to alarm; we’ve agreed with we will read all the story arm in arm. In case we stumble, his solemnity, together with his liberal and realist stance is going to shout out as “we’ve fallen and it’s no one’s concern”. That is, our fellow travelers are trusty. If you are ready to read the story of a woman who feels whatever she does not touch, and, witnesses even things she does not see, she, too, is willing to listen to your stories.

261 pages, Paperback

Published January 15, 2021