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Birds Without Wings is a very ambitious effort to create an epic, depicting and following the lives of the inhabitants of a village in what is now Turkey, Muslims and Christians, during the dying years of the Ottoman Empire and the outbreak of the First World War, and following in parallel the rise of Mustafa Kemal Atatürk to become the ruler of modern Turkey. A massive, well-researched work that enjoyed good writing style with a sarcastic tone, and had some interesting parts despite some flaws.
The opening chapters did not feel very promising, with the writer trying hard to persuade the reader to carry on till the end, promising an epic unthinkable tragedy. And even with understanding that, because of the book genre/style and ambition, the beginning had to be slow-paced with the diversity of side stories and characters taking priority over pushing the narrative forward, the first 300 pages were so redundant and repetitive that it could have been easily cut-off by a third without impacting any of the details or side stories, which is not a sign of great writing I'm afraid. A cliched spine around which the narrative and side-stories evolved didn't help much; an all-too-familiar ill-fated inter-faith love story. Patience was somewhat rewarded in the second half of the book which was a lot better with the faster pace and the vivid descriptions of life during wartime both in the trenches on the front and back in the village.
On a personal level, being familiar with the backdrop of Muslim-Christian co-existence and the role of traditions and superstition in peoples' lives probably took away from the fascination that an outsider reader would probably feel (and hence the wide critical acclaim). The writer did a lot to balance the narrative and show an equal account of atrocities committed by each group of people at that crazy era of sectarianism, nationalism and utopianism, and emphasised through his characters that each party would blame another on violence going back further and further till the start of time, but this did not deter him from pointing the finger quite clearly at the Greek prime minister at the time of the Great war, Eleftherios Venizelos, as well as the Birtish prime minister Lloyd George, sympathising with a particular view of the Ottoman empire that regards its system as a truly cosmopolitan and just one. I found taking sides here, in addition to contradicting the writer's own ideas in the book, unnecessary in the least.
Generally speaking, the shear volume of the book reflected redundancy and repetition rather than richness. The multiple narrators added some life to the events but they didn't offer enough diversity as their accounts were almost identical. An example of which were a similar description of the village by two strangers seeing it for the first time (a mistress of the Aga of the village, and a merchant from Smyrna/Izmir). The chapters dedicated to the main story, the doomed inter-faith love, were low points as they reeked of repetition and had a contrived ending. On the positive side, The chapters following the story of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk's rise to power and the Great War were quite enjoyable, with short, concise and effective sentences, and they always came in the right time to plot a contrasting view of plans and decisions of big political powers against the lives of normal people and poor soldiers. Positive points include as well the realistic depiction of some primitive and brutal sides of most characters. The calm and peaceful side was shown side-to-side with the violent barbarism and tribalism, like the extreme beauty co-existing side-to-side with the extreme ugliness.
Overall it had very interesting parts scattered in between, and some truly humorous and reflexive writing. A Good reading experience (since even average writing can help us appreciate the masterpieces a bit more), and a recommended read for those interested in this historic period both from political and humanistic perspectives.
The opening chapters did not feel very promising, with the writer trying hard to persuade the reader to carry on till the end, promising an epic unthinkable tragedy. And even with understanding that, because of the book genre/style and ambition, the beginning had to be slow-paced with the diversity of side stories and characters taking priority over pushing the narrative forward, the first 300 pages were so redundant and repetitive that it could have been easily cut-off by a third without impacting any of the details or side stories, which is not a sign of great writing I'm afraid. A cliched spine around which the narrative and side-stories evolved didn't help much; an all-too-familiar ill-fated inter-faith love story. Patience was somewhat rewarded in the second half of the book which was a lot better with the faster pace and the vivid descriptions of life during wartime both in the trenches on the front and back in the village.
On a personal level, being familiar with the backdrop of Muslim-Christian co-existence and the role of traditions and superstition in peoples' lives probably took away from the fascination that an outsider reader would probably feel (and hence the wide critical acclaim). The writer did a lot to balance the narrative and show an equal account of atrocities committed by each group of people at that crazy era of sectarianism, nationalism and utopianism, and emphasised through his characters that each party would blame another on violence going back further and further till the start of time, but this did not deter him from pointing the finger quite clearly at the Greek prime minister at the time of the Great war, Eleftherios Venizelos, as well as the Birtish prime minister Lloyd George, sympathising with a particular view of the Ottoman empire that regards its system as a truly cosmopolitan and just one. I found taking sides here, in addition to contradicting the writer's own ideas in the book, unnecessary in the least.
Generally speaking, the shear volume of the book reflected redundancy and repetition rather than richness. The multiple narrators added some life to the events but they didn't offer enough diversity as their accounts were almost identical. An example of which were a similar description of the village by two strangers seeing it for the first time (a mistress of the Aga of the village, and a merchant from Smyrna/Izmir). The chapters dedicated to the main story, the doomed inter-faith love, were low points as they reeked of repetition and had a contrived ending. On the positive side, The chapters following the story of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk's rise to power and the Great War were quite enjoyable, with short, concise and effective sentences, and they always came in the right time to plot a contrasting view of plans and decisions of big political powers against the lives of normal people and poor soldiers. Positive points include as well the realistic depiction of some primitive and brutal sides of most characters. The calm and peaceful side was shown side-to-side with the violent barbarism and tribalism, like the extreme beauty co-existing side-to-side with the extreme ugliness.
Overall it had very interesting parts scattered in between, and some truly humorous and reflexive writing. A Good reading experience (since even average writing can help us appreciate the masterpieces a bit more), and a recommended read for those interested in this historic period both from political and humanistic perspectives.