Man Booker Odullu Hintli yazar Kiran Desai’nin doguö gunu (3 Eylul 1971)
Havada ucan yumusacik kuslar gibi, kelimeleri ozgur birakabilirdiniz. / Like soft birds flying you could let the words free.
“Jemubhai’nin akli boylece carpilmaya basladi; kendine, cevresindekilerden daha cok yabancilasir, tenini acayip renkli, aksanini tuhaf bulur oldu. Gulmesini unuttu; dudaklarini gulumseyecek kadar kaldirmayı bile guclukle basariyor, basardiginda da eliyle agziniı ortuyordu, cunku kimsenin disetlerini, dislerini gormesine tahammul edemiyordu.”
“Thus Jemubhai’s mind had begun to warp; he grew stranger to himself than he was to those around him, found his own skin odd-colored, his own accent peculiar. He forgot how to laugh, could barely manage to lift his lips in a smile, and if he ever did, he held his hand over his mouth, because he couldn’t bear anyone to see his gums, his teeth.”



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