| Language | English |
|---|---|
| ISBN-10 | 0241293871 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-0241293874 |
| No of pages | 320 |
| Font Size | Medium |
| Book Publisher | Penguin UK |
| Published Date | 10 Jul 2019 |
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| Language | English |
|---|---|
| ISBN-10 | 0241293871 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-0241293874 |
| No of pages | 320 |
| Font Size | Medium |
| Book Publisher | Penguin UK |
| Published Date | 10 Jul 2019 |
Elif Shafak is an award-winning British-Turkish novelist and the most widely read female author in Turkey. She writes in both Turkish and English, and has published seventeen books, eleven of which are novels. Her work has been translated into fifty languages.
Shafak holds a PhD in political science and she has taught at various universities in Turkey, the US and the UK, including St Anne's College, Oxford University, where she is an honorary fellow. She is a member of We forum Global Agenda Council on Creative Economy and a founding member of ECFR (European Council on Foreign Relations).
An advocate for women's rights, LGBT rights and freedom of speech, Shafak is an inspiring public speaker and twice a TED Global speaker, each time receiving a standing ovation.
Shafak contributes to major publications around the world and she has been awarded the title of Chevalier des Arts et des Letters. In 2017 she was chosen by Politico as one of the twelve people who would make the world better. She has judged numerous literary prizes and is chairing the Welcome Prize 2019.
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SHORTLISTED FOR THE BOOKER PRIZE 2019
One of the best writers in the world today Hanif Kureishi
Haunting, moving, beautifully written - and based by an extraordinary cast of characters who capture the diversity of modern Turkey. A masterpiece Peter Frankopan
In the first minute following her death, Tequila Leila's consciousness began to ebb, slowly and steadily, like a tide receding from the shore. Her brain cells, having run out of blood, were now completely deprived of oxygen. But they did not shut down. Not right away...
For Leila, each minute after her death brings a sensuous memory: the taste of spiced goat stew, sacrificed by her father to celebrate the long-awaited birth of a son; the sight of bubbling vats of lemon and sugar which the women use to wax their legs while the men attend mosque; the scent of cardamom coffee that Leila shares with a handsome student in the brothel where she works. Each memory, too, recalls the friends she made at each key moment in her life - friends who are now desperately trying to find her. . .
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