Farewell: A Mansion in Occupied Istanbul.
I found following the lives of the inhabitants, who lived in the mansion, very compelling. The full effects of the last days of the Ottoman Empire, leading to its collapse, were better deduced through the eyes of one family. The main characters, a Turkish family, had fled from Thessalonica to Turkey, after the Ottoman Empire had surrendered to the Greek Army - and the combined forces of Serbia, Montenegro and Bulgaria. Their existence had become perilous. The Greeks were abusing them, and becoming increasingly intimidating. The exodus must have been such a traumatic experience for the Turks leaving Greece, for it to have resulted in Behice Hanim’s miscarriage and her subsequent aversion to crowded places.
At the mansion, where the family settled, there was non stop intrigue: Kemal, who belonged to the underground resistance, was being hidden like a fugitive in the attic, after contracting tuberculosis. Ahmet Resat, his uncle, was a government cabinet minister, so harbouring Kemal had therefore placed him in a precarious position. Kemal belonged to a National Movement that was resisting the occupation of foreign forces. Although Ahmet Resat considered the Sultan’s pro-English stance to be folly, he still remained devoted to him. But Resat must have been torn between his loyalty for the Sultan, who had made a pact with the British administration, and his nephew, who he treated like his own son. The English had planned to establish a Kurdish state under a puppet government, on lands seized from the Ottoman Empire. However, Resat began covertly supporting Kemal’s fight by pledging financial assistance.
I loved the dominant matriarch of the family, Saraylihanim. She got to know everything that was going on in the family, and her strong intuitions were usually proved to be right. She wanted to match Kemal to a suitable girl from a good family, but she was outmanoeuvred by Mehpare with ironic consequences. Mehpare had nursed Kemal through his illness and a relationship ensued, which resulted in a pregnancy. Mehpare was an orphaned distant relative, who assumed menial household duties. She was contrary to what Saralihanim had in mind for Kemal. By the time Saraylihanim’s suspicions were aroused it was too late. But it seemed destined that Mehpare had a son to carry on Kemal’s memory, since there was not even a trace left of his body? It was sad that the demise of Kemal affected his grandmother’s mental faculties. Kemal was a martyr. The young man, once considered by the family to be a reckless rebel, was now embraced as a hero. It was men like him who saved Turkey from the hands of foreign troops: the British and the Greeks.
Saraylihanim had predicted that doctor Mahir was interested in Resat and Benice’s daughter, even though he was old enough to be her father. When Resat chose to go into exile, rather than face the consequences, it was very emotional. He was an honourable man in every way. He was simply guilty of remaining loyal to the wrong side. But Resat was comforted with the secure knowledge that the doctor, who had always been a family friend, would be caring for his family in his indefinite absence. This included Mehpare, whom he now regarded as his daughter - and Kemal’s son. But it was so sad to think how much he would miss his family - and grandchildren who he might never see.
When I read a story like this, knowing that my own country played a role in creating so much human pain and suffering, it fills me with shame. This passage hurt me to the core: “The Sultan had chosen to embrace a serpent in the form of the English, a nation whose ruthless design on the Ottoman Empire were matched by none.” I wonder if I can extricate my association, by declaring that I’m Welsh, not English.