Mevlut is exhibited as a sort of par?gon of averageness. He gets an essential training, going tosecondary school before dropping out to work close to his dad.
Like the greaterpart of the Turkish populace, he is a Muslim, however, he mirrors his country’slegitimate secularism by not being especially ardent or perceptive. He isstraightforward, tireless and not too bad. He has dubious dreams that one dayhe may end up plainly rich. On a few events, he is depicted as ‘honest’.Throughout the novel, which traverses over four decades starting in thelate-1960s, Mevlut ende?vours to accommodate his family, trudging his way through aprogression of humble occupations.
He offers yoghurt, rice dishes and frozenyoghurt in the city; he op?ns a brief shop with his brother bymarriage; he functions as a parking area chaperon; he takes a low-leveloccupation with a recently privatized power organization. Stewing out of sightare the significant changes and disasters of present-day Turkish history –political conflicts, episodes of ethnic and partisan brutality, psychologicaloppressor assaults, military upsets, a noteworthy seismic tremor (the novelaccompanies a timetable of contextualizing occasions, some of which are saidover the span of the account, some not) – but rather notwithstanding when theseoccasions barge in into Mevlut’s life, they have a tendency to do as suchremotely or in a roundabout way. His points of view stay restricted by thequick requests of bringing home the bacon. Pamuk influences it to clear that weare intended to consider Mevlut to be an agent figure.
He puts specificaccentuation on the way that Mevlut goes out each night to sell boza, acustomary Turkish wheat-based drink presented with chickpeas and cinnamon. Thefigure of the boza seller, who meanders through the roads calling tohis clients, conveying his products with the guide of a long stick adjustedover his shoulders, is romanticized in ‘A Str?ngeness in My Mind’ asa living ?ssociation with a convention that persists notwithstandingIstanbul’s material change. The drink itself is comprehended to speak tosomething of the pressure between Turkey’s legitimate secularism and itsgreater part religion, since boza is delicately ag?d, yet numerous Turkish Muslims subscribe to theadv?ntageous fiction that it contains no liquor. The hugenessof boza is not lost on Mevlut, who talks energetically with regardsto its customary significance and at one point depicts the drink as ‘blessed’,provoking his louche cousin Suleyman to watch: ‘that implies you’re similar toan image of something greater, Mevlut’. ‘A Str?ngeness in My Mind’ beginswith two sensational and delightfully paced scenes, which occurr?d ?ver twenty years separated. The opening pages dive us intoa stormy night in 1982. An on edge Mevlut, supported by Suleyman, is elopingwith Rayiha, a town young lady he has been charmed by letter for a long time,having seen her lone once before at a wedding.
As he is spiriting her away, inany case, he understands that something is astray. R?yiha isn’t the wonderfulyoung lady with whom he traded important looks three years sooner ?nd whom hehad envisioned himself tending to in his a?fection letters, which were loadedwith extravagant acclaim for her spellbinding eyes. He has been deceived intoeloping with the delightful young lady’s more seasoned and less alluringsister.
The second scene happens in 1994. Lateone night when he is out selling boz?, Mevlutis drawn nearer by two men, a father and child, who scare him before ransackinghim at knifepoint. The juxtaposition of these opening scenes builds up thenovel’s laced subjects and the parameters of Mevlut’s emblematic relationshipto his city and by expansion his country. They are two pivotal turning pointsof dissatisfaction, one in which his purity brings about him being tricked, andthe other in which his felt liking with the boulevards of Istanbul encountersthe city’s dim side. What is huge about these two minutes is that neitheroutcomes in any real emergency of certainty or huge modification in Mevlut’scharacter, despite the fact that he quickly considers giving up boz?-offering in the wake of his robbing.
He does therespectable thing in the wake of eloping with Rayiha and proceeds with themarriage. All the more imperatively, the marriage succeeds. They come to loveeach other. A standout amongst the most touching angles of ‘A Strangenessin My Mind’ is its delineation of the commonly steady relationship thatcreates between them. He is somebody who tolerates and continues; he makes thebest of things. ‘A Strangeness in MyMind’ includes many countering voices. Ferhat, a socialist in hischildhood, is contemptuous of his companion’s appreciation for religion, whichis driven by Mevlut’s intuitive sense that religion speaks to a profoundassociation with convention and empowered by the relationship he creates withan amiable old Islamic researcher known as the Holy Guide.
He gets sketchyguidance from his materialistic and rather corrupt cousins Korkut and Suleyman(there is a telling incongruity in the way that such a dodgy little time specialistought to be named after such an awesome Ottoman Sultan). Maybe the most hugecontradiction to the unworldly Mevlut, in any case, is a minor character namedHadji Hamit Vural, a shady property engineer who likewise originates fromhumble starting points, however, prevails with regards to getting to be plainlyrich and intense, and draws a considerable lot of Mevult’s loved ones into hiseffective reach simultaneously. His ascent is additionally laced in the novelwith the ascent of Islamism, as he picks up his notoriety for being anextraordinary advocate by developing a mammoth mosque. Vural speaks to the mostrelentless of the powers that have reshaped present day Istanbul, specificallythe estimation of land and the energy of capital – and, obviously, their shadyshrewd accomplices.
This would appear to be a piece ofPamuk’s point. Private enterprise is a callous motor of social change. It isnot interested in custom.
It has no time for the ideals of concordance,consistency and quietude, or without a doubt for the worries of the grievousindividuals who happen to get in its direction. Through the span of the novel,Mevlut turns out to be progressively cognizant that the city’s change and thedebasements of its materialistic culture are estranging him from his oncewell-known condition – welcoming the metaphorical perusing that the procedureis distancing Istanbul from itself, from its own particular rich history andconventions. As his cousin, Korkut comments: ‘It’s actual that the entire worldis against the Turks, however the greatest adversaries of the Turks are simplythe Turks.’ This maybe why the conclusion to thisfinely envisioned and luxuriously populated novel strikes such a wistful note,its last pages celebrating a city and its kin, as well as all of mankind.’Individuals were fulfilled to be, straightforward and open,’ thinks Mevlut,got up to speed in a snapshot of local amicability. I am not all that criticalas to reject this thought insane (not yet, at any rate), but rather it doesn’treally take after from the numerous illustrations the novel has given ofindividuals acting in ways that are miserable, exploitative andsecretive. An ‘Oddness in My Mind’ is a profoundly sentimental novel inthe regular feeling of the world, and an exceptionally moving one at that, yetit is likewise a work that needs to assert its offer of socio-politicalpertinence without dirtying its latent saint with the untidy reality of governmentalissues.