Status Updates From İstanbul: Hatıralar ve Şehir

“Conrad, Nabokov, Naipaul… their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness. My imagination, however, requires that I stay in the same city, on the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul's fate is my fate. I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am.”