Pre-university
The first book I have a clear memory of reading was Hugh Lofting's "Dr. Dolittle" series. These days, I'm reading the same book to my 4 year old daughter (the one I had was a compilation of the first two books in the serious alas since I was able to find only the first one in the old bookshops, I was translating the second book, a chapter each day until recently I let this routine skip once - I've got to return to the process). In the later years, even though I wasn't a bookworm, I managed to make it to the high school reading magazines and comics. The library of the furnished house we had rented for the summer of 1990 contained 3 books (Isaac Asimov - Fantastic Voyage; Dr. Who, Daleks; Stephen King - Skeleton Crew) which fired up my thirst for reading. After devouring all the S. Kings from a friend's (Tamer) library, I figuratively read whatever I could get my hands onto, after all I haven't been somebody who started reading with classics..
Among my books from my youth years, the first comes to mind are Omer Madra's "Reaching out to you with my novel" ("Romanimla sana bir ses"), Bukowskis, Jonathan Ames - "I pass like night" and Salingers. While living in a bed of roses, Nietzsche, followed by Sartre thankfully ruined my youth. It didn't take long for me to discover Kafka and Oguz Atay (it is always curious for me to discover Oguz Atay after discovering Vedat Turkali).
The rest soon followed rapidly: credit goes to the eXpress magazine acting as a school from which I learned about many more authors.
University years
When I arrived at the university, among my authors were Borges, Edip Cansever, Cemal Sureya, Haydar Ergulen, Ernesto Sabato, Michel Tournier, Roland Barthes and Tezer Ozlu.
Two events during those years motivated me both as a reader and especially as a writer: HiTNet and The 3 Bears. HiTNet was a messaging board existing due to the BBSs and has frequently been a reason for me to write not very unlike to the temptation of blank pages for the authors. I've also met most of my friends whom I'm still in touch, thanks to HiTNet. The 3 Bears was a literature group we had formed with Mehmet Batur and Serkan Isin. We were each other's readers, editors and critics at the same time.
My haiku interest become more intense during the university years. My attendance to a Japanase course in order to be able to read the haikus from the original corresponds to my first year in the university. I can not say I had a huge success on the language other than memorizing Basho's cuckoo (?) haiku (hototogisu / nake nake tabe so / isogawashi) and a couple of words... Other than Basho, I also like Issa and Sampu but still, Basho comes first. I don't think good things about people who compose English haikus, specifically the ones who try to impose the 5/7/5. Among the English writing poets, I admire T.S. Eliot and e.e. cummings fascinates me from time to time (for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) / it's always ourselves we find in the sea for an example)("but still," T.S.E. "comes first.").
When the university was over, I had quite a number of authors in my collection. In Turkish Literature, poets Ahmet Hasim and Sheikh Galib and also Turgut Uyar, Lale Muldur (I stopped here to think about the writers - there is Orhan Pamuk and Oguz Atay but they are in a way, exceptions: it's a complex thing concerning Orhan Pamuk and Oguz Atay arrived a bit earlier. Oh, yet there is Sevim Burak and of course Nazli Eray - unfortunately I was never fascinated by Sait Faik, and with Tezer Ozlu, following a short period of a passionate fascination, "we parted our ways". Even though a similar phenomena occured with Cemal Sureya, I still, from time to time, find myself returning to his "Words of Love" ("Sevda Sozleri"). I discovered Cem Akas with his "Crime and Punishment" ("Suc ve Ceza") and "7"). Among the foreign authors Iris Murdoch, Doris Lessing, Michel Butor, Emile Cioran, Italo Svevo, Norman Mailer, Yukio Mishima and Yasunari Kawabata (of the last two what is left to me is so few other than the acknowledgment of having read "After the Banquet" and "The sailor who lost his sea") were the ones I had started to read.
If you have come this far reading, I would like to apologize for cutting it short here, but, as you might have guessed, what I was doing was to translate the related section I had composed for the Turkish version of the "About Me" page, but it seems like a bit pointless to assume the interest of a foreign visitor with heavily depending on the Turkish Literature, so I will present a summary of it:
After all the existantialist literature, I finally managed to start the classics a bit late, you know, Dostoyeyski, The Lady of the Camellias, Dead Souls (which I still regret reading), followed by Balzac, with almost complete bibliography. I couldn't manage to plunge in neither Tolstoy nor Chekov (and then there's also my hatred for the theater, but it is really a complicated case). I've realized I had forgot to mention Bilge Karasu. In the category of authors whom I've liked a book of theirs but couldn't find the similar joy from their other books, we have Julian Barnes ("A History of the World in 10½ Chapters"), Boris Vian ("Froth on the daydream"), William Golding ("The Inheritors"). And then there are the trips I've taken following the trails of the beatniks - the path of Kerouac, Burroughs, Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti. You can say I went pretty far ahead but as you might guess, the return voyage wasn't a bed of roses but one way or another, I managed somehow (repenting this, repenting that, etc..). Last, but not least, there is the league of mean guys: William Faulkner, James Joyce, Raymond Carver of which I only like the latter (especially if taken along with a young Tom Waits and Edward Hopper).
Ankara
After graduation, and upon arriving to Ankara (from Istanbul), due to three main reasons (HiTNet and similar Fido-like messaging networks defeat against the internet; my resignation from the Three Bears; starting a happy and content relationship) I somehow found myself "a bit" distanced from the "heavy" literature as a reader and "light years" away as a writer. I became more and more devoted to science-fiction & fantasy (not that I'm saying these in a "lesser" kind of way, of course "good SF is good literature!"). I detested Doris Lessing's SF series and thanks to my friend Emir, I got my hands on Ian M. Banks' "The Culture" series which set my bar to the stars. Due to my reading of the Dragonlance Chronicles and Legends trilogies first, in high school, however much I had tried, I couldn't have managed to start properly to the "Lord of the Rings" series but during this time,with determination and the fact that the movies had came out, I did. Also I've started reading the Harry Potter series around then, as well. I had left Stephen King's The Dark Tower series in it's 3rd book (which was the most recent one when I had been kidnapped by the existentialists), so I started from the beginning and read till the end. With Owen and my honorary blood-brother Dogan's recommendations, I began reading Haruki Murakami and loved it (and if you ask me now, I'd recommend you "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" and "Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World" from his books which, coincidentally are the first two books of his books I've read). LeGuin's The Earthsea series were also read in this era, and I met Neil Gaiman through the Sandman. As I was fascinated by the Sandman, I went forward and read the books, watched the series/movies (of which I would say "the Anansi Boys" and "Neverwhere" as the best 2). I hated Ballard and re-read the
Doris Lessings and
Salingers from the beginning till the end (except "The Catcher in the Rye" which always failed to impress me, I wouldn't make a good assasin I guess). Among the books I've read in those years and fascinated by it, is W. Somerset Maugham's "The Razor's Edge". When two bookworms get married to each other, you can appreciate that there is a considerable increase in the number of books, although never doubling (due to the common books). With regards to Bengu, I read
Italo Calvinos (she really adores his work while I "sympathize").
The Netherlands
While in the Netherlands, I was stripped from the "privilege" of spending 2 hours everyday in the buses and other public transports meaning that my reading habit was heavily damaged, thus a bad book spoiling and wasting my time like 4-5 times it used to. I had attempted reading the Dune series when I was back in high school, mostly thanks to the video game by Cryo. Even though I also liked the movie adaptation (David Lynch's), I couldn't quite advance in reading. I managed to do that while in the Netherlands but after 4 books of the series, I still didn't manage to find something to appreciate. I like Tarkovsky's "Solyaris". I also like Lem's book but it's the movie which I have a special spot. Contrary to this fact, whatever I do, I couldn't bare to watch "Stalker" for some long time. It was the Strugatsky Brothers' original book that came to rescue me. After reading it and appreciating it I was able to enjoy the movie (even though the process took about a year). While speaking of him, let me also add that Stanislaw Lem holds a very dear place for me.
What happened other than these while I was in the Netherlands? Miranda July, whom I admire both her movie and self, published a collection of stories ("Nobody Belongs Here More Than You Do") and I asked my dear friend Hande to bring me a copy of it from the Edinburgh Book Fest (@the Fringe) and that book became one of my favorites of all time. When Bengu had bought Hugh Laurie's "The Gun Seller", Yasemin had added Stephen Fry's "The Liar", saying "Laurie can not be without Fry!". "The Gun Seller" was matching the expectations more or less but on the other hand, "The Liar" was just assuming that your expectations were too high and trying to adjust the course for that level, offering so many things and failing mixed up at the end. Susana Clarke's "Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell" was a wonderful and enjoyable book, which made us looking forward to the author's future works. Then, I thought to myself "I should read Thomas Mann" and I read and I died. OK, maybe I'm not dead but worst has happened in which I was grabbed by Schopenhauer and I'm still under his influence.
Spain
Since my arrival here, I mostly read Schopenhauer if I'm to read something (other than Proust's "In Search of Lost Time" which first by my hbb Dogan, followed by Liliana's heavy lobbying) and I don't sincerely believe that I'll ever be able to break this cycle. If somebody asks, you can safely reply "Proust during the day and Schopenhauer by night", after all there's not much chance that this section will get updated..