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The Margins of My Father’s Books: The Constantinople Dream, in Search of Lost Time
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The Mar gins of My Father’s Books: The Con stan tin o ple Dream, in Search of Lost Time R [3.17.162.247] Project MUSE (2024-04-25 09:51 GMT) 129 My father’s spirit lin gered most of all in his books. In his em i grant fate the books sti fled and cov ered over that sec ond per son al ity that, in those who are up rooted, is by na ture al ways pro nounced. My father suc ceeded in pass ing on to us chil dren, to all his chil dren, his great at tach ment to books. My father’s li brary was the great es cape in our lives. All life was con tained in the pages of my father’s books. If life was for him a pas sage through hell and pur ga tory, then his books rep re sented heaven. He col lected books from all parts of the world but mainly from the coun tries of the East and the Bal kans—as many, ac cord ing to his cal cu la tions, as he would be able to read in his life time. These cal cu la tions proved in cor rect: many books re mained un read; there were books left for us to read in order to dis cover our father’s life time, his lost time, the time that was ded i cated to un cov er ing the Ot to man era in the Bal kans. R There were two strong cur rents in my father’s soul, two tur bu lent riv ers that flowed con tin u ously but never touched, never merged, never ter mi nated in the dis tant sea of his thoughts. 130 One cur rent rep re sented his in stinct for pre serv ing his iden tity, for rais ing it on a ped es tal at the bor der line between the or di nary and the ex traor di nary; the other cur rent rep re sented his readi ness to con tex tu al ize the ques tion of his iden tity. In search of his de fin i tive opin ion, he gath ered ex pe ri ences from the Ot to man tem po ral magma, from past times in the Bal kans. How many na tions, pow er ful or weak, autoch thon ous or later ar ri vals, dis ap peared, as sim i lated into one an other? How many faiths were inter woven in the people’s souls? In his life nei ther stream dom i nated the other; their wa ters never merged. Borne within each was an un re solved rid dle from that Bal kan part of hell from which there was no clear exit. R My father’s life passed, flow ing across sev eral coun tries and faiths, across quests through man u scripts in di verse lan guages. To the end of his life he re mained un bound to any one father land, one lan guage, one faith, or one ideol ogy. At the final mo ment, sens ing, al most in stinc tively, the dan ger, he pulled away from pos sible ex cep tions and set tled in no father land. To the end of his life he re mained faith ful only to the coun try of books and to their ideas. Among his books there were al ways gram mars and dic tion ar ies of the lan guages he needed to study and mas ter, lan guages of those na tions whose fate, it seemed to him, was inter woven with that of his own na tion. He had a sim i lar at ti tude to ward the holy books. There among his books were old hand writ ten ver sions of the Koran, an old edi tion of the Bible, a copy of the Tal mud. It was pos sible to find among his books val u able works about the Ja nis sar ies. For a long, long time I could not under stand why he col lected books about goats. But later, in the course of time, this too be came clear to me. In Father’s books one could dis cover his strat egy for the sur vi val of his fam ily in the Bal kans, one of the most trou bled spots on the planet. ...