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Esmeralda Santiago is a star among today's preeminent Latina authors. Legions of fans have waited five long years for the next chapter of the story begun in her memoirs When I Was Puerto Rican and Almost a Woman. And now the wait is over. In The Turkish Lover, Esmeralda finally breaks out of a monumental struggle with her powerful mother -- only to come under the thrall of Ulvi, an older, more worldly Turkish man. Esmeralda then discovers that romantic passion, too, can become a prison. Her journey of ...
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The Turkish Lover: A Memoir

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Overview

Esmeralda Santiago is a star among today's preeminent Latina authors. Legions of fans have waited five long years for the next chapter of the story begun in her memoirs When I Was Puerto Rican and Almost a Woman. And now the wait is over. In The Turkish Lover, Esmeralda finally breaks out of a monumental struggle with her powerful mother -- only to come under the thrall of Ulvi, an older, more worldly Turkish man. Esmeralda then discovers that romantic passion, too, can become a prison. Her journey of self-liberation and self-discovery is a daring one, candidly and zestfully recounted, and leads to her triumphant graduation from Harvard. (Her view of that venerable institution is an eye opener, told as only a witty and fiercely candid writer totally outside the mold can tell it.) Throughout, she details her affair with Ulvi, using the lens of their troubled relationship to explore racism, sexism, feminism, and the value of education -- and ultimately unveiling a person who, against all odds, emerges victorious. The expansive humanity, earthy humor, and psychological courage that have made Esmeralda's first two books so successful are on full display again in The Turkish Lover, which will both reward the author's faithful readership and extend it. Hers is a fresh, exciting, and necessary voice.
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The author of When I Was Puerto Rican and Almost a Woman returns with a third volume of her triumphal, lyrical memoirs. Insightful, yet thoroughly unpretentious.
Kathryn Harrison
The Turkish Lover doesn't cast the vivid narrative spell of Santiago's earlier descriptions of growing up in Puerto Rico, but there is considerable suspense in watching and waiting for her eventual escape. If Santiago is not a consistently elegant writer, she is one who has forged a remarkable life and career that readers cannot help but follow.
— The Washington Post
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A deftly understated saga of an intense, abusive relationship...Santiago's latest will grow on readers. Her slow self-realization is deeply human.
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"I will teach you everything," says Santiago's lover, the Turkish filmmaker Ulvi Dogan. "But you must listen to what I say." Thus begins the deftly understated saga of an intense, abusive relationship in Santiago's third memoir. When I Was Puerto Rican (1993) and Almost a Woman (1998) examined Santiago's Puerto Rican childhood, her adolescence in New York and her emerging acting career, when Dogan spots her in a phone booth and offers her an audition. Santiago revisits their seven-year relationship with uncommon candor and directness. Dogan controls Santiago's every moment, yet Santiago believes he "was gentle and understanding" of why she couldn't always obey him. In their nomadic lives (Fort Lauderdale, Fla.; New York; Syracuse, N.Y.; Lubbock, Tex.), they make up and break up as Santiago devotes herself to Dogan's graduate studies and career. But when a traffic jam unexpectedly delivers them to Harvard Square, Santiago blurts out, "I belong here." So it happens that at 25, she enters Harvard. It's the beginning of the end with a man who "might love me, as he claimed, but he had no idea, no clue whatsoever, of what was important to me." Although there's nothing here to delight readers seeking a vicarious dip into another culture (which When I Was Puerto Rican provided), Santiago's latest will grow on readers. Her slow self-realization is deeply human. Agent, Molly Friedrich. (Sept. 1) Forecast: Santiago is an enormously popular author with a proven track record, and reading groups are sure to gravitate to this. She'll go on an eight-city author tour, stopping at the Miami Book Fair; and will be profiled in Latina and on NPR. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In her third memoir (after When I Was Puerto Rican and Almost a Woman), Santiago exposes with crisp clarity her struggle to extricate herself from a lover who did not know how to love and substituted instead obsession and control. The book recounts how she left her mother's control only to encounter Ulvi, a Turk 17 years her senior determined to rule her life, e.g., he selects her clothes and discourages her efforts to return to school. He even ignores her real name, substituting the diminutive Chiquita. Santiago writes with understated grace. Instead of whining, she gives a humorous account of a celebratory dinner for Ulvi after he achieves his graduate degree possible only because of her research and editing. At a friend's insistence, Ulvi begrudgingly acknowledges his "typist and spell-checker." "To Chiquita," everyone exclaims in the last toast. We get it and fortunately, she does, too, beginning her seven-year odyssey toward autonomy, which includes a Harvard education. Recommended mainly for public libraries, but college students will also welcome Santiago's account. Nedra Crowe-Evers, Sacramento P.L. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Adult/High School-Santiago's memoirs, which began in When I Was Puerto Rican (Perseus, 1993) and Almost a Woman (Knopf, 1999), continue. At 21, she left her family and her home in Brooklyn to be with Ulvi. She was not sure she loved him, but she was convinced that this was the step she had to take "into the rest of her life." A Turkish immigrant, he was much older, worldly, domineering, and condescending. Their relationship was lopsided. He didn't allow her to answer the phone, pick out her own clothes, or drive. While Ulvi earned two masters degrees and a Ph.D., she helped him with his research and typed his papers. But all was not lost. By the time Esmeralda had the strength to separate from him, she had earned a degree from Harvard University and was supporting herself. In addition to exploring themes of feminism and racism, Santiago shares her personal view of life. When life becomes frustrating, she falls back on the theory that "there [will] always be another train." This memoir is realistic and humorous, and its themes and lessons are just waiting to be discovered.-Sheila Janega, Fairfax County Public Library, Great Falls, VA Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780738208206
  • Publisher: Da Capo Press
  • Publication date: 8/16/2004
  • Pages: 341
  • Product dimensions: 6.24 (w) x 9.34 (h) x 1.21 (d)

Meet the Author

Esmeralda Santiago

Esmeralda Santiago is the author of two highly acclaimed memoirs, The Turkish Lover and Almost a Woman, which was made into a film for PBS's Masterpiece Theatre. She has also written a novel, America's Dream, and has co-edited two anthologies of Latino literature. She lives in Westchester County, New York.

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the turkish lover


By ESMERALDA SANTIAGO

Da Capo Press

Copyright © 2004 Esmeralda Santiago
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7382-0820-5


Chapter One

The night before I left my mother, I wrote a letter. "Querida Mami," it began. Querida, beloved, Mami, I wrote, on the same page as el hombre que yo amo, the man I love. I struggled with those words, because I wasn't certain they were true. Mami understood love, so I used the word and hoped I meant it. El hombre que yo amo. Amo, which in Spanish also means master. I didn't notice the irony.

I sealed the envelope, addressed it formally to Senora Ramona Santiago and, on my way out early the next morning, dropped it in the incoming delivery box by the front door. It was a Tuesday, Mami would check for mail in the early afternoon and by then, I'd be in Florida with my lover, el hombre que yo ... amo.

I carried little. A battered leather bag once used for dance costumes now held a couple of changes of clothes, a bikini, a toothbrush, comb and hairpins, a pair of shoes and sandals, underwear. I left my tights and leotards, makeup, the showy jewelry that added spice and color to the characters I created on stage.

When I stepped onto the sidewalk, I resisted the urge to look back, to run back into the rooms where my mother, my grandmother, my ten sisters and brothers, my aunt and cousins slept. The stairs to the train station, a long block from our front door, were under my feet sooner than I would have wanted. Once I took the first step into the subway out of Brooklyn, my life changed irrevocably. Had I turned around and run back into my mother's house, into the safe, still-warm space next to my sister Delsa, it would have been too late. When I wrote the words, el hombre que yo amo, it was already too late. I had made a choice-a man over my family. Even if I didn't follow him to Florida, I'd taken the first step, a week after my twenty-first birthday, into the rest of my life.

Chapter Two

I knew little about him. He was Turkish, lived alone in a luxury apartment building a block from Bloomingdale's, wore expensive suits in muted colors with finely detailed pleats and seams. He'd traveled extensively and boasted friends all over the world. In addition to his first language, he spoke fluent German and French, but his English was heavily accented and hesitant. He had won the Golden Bear at the 1964 Berlin International Film Festival for Susuz Yaz, a black-and-white film made in Turkey, which he was desperate to distribute in the United States.

His name, Ulvi Dogan, sounded so foreign from my tongue, that it was sometimes difficult to pronounce it. That initial vowel made it awkward-not the rounded Puerto Rican "u" nor the puckered, sharp English "u," but a sound halfway in between, a strangled diphthong.

"Hi," I'd say when I called him on the phone, "it's me." I never said my name, because he'd christened me Chiquita, little girl. I'd grown up with a familial nickname, Negi, and was an official Esmeralda everywhere else, so his pet name felt as foreign as his name on my lips. When I tried to give him a nickname, he refused. "Ulvi," he said. "Just Ulvi." He would not let me call him darling, either, or dear, or honey, or sweetheart. Not even any of the lovely Spanish words that express affection-querido, mi amor, mi cielo-would convince him. Just Ulvi, he insisted. Ulvi.

With this man I barely knew, whose name reshaped my face every time I spoke it, I left my mother. On the airplane taking us to Florida, I sat next to Ulvi, my forehead pressed to the window. I swore I could see Mami's house, way down there in Brooklyn. There was the tiny square of cement that was our backyard, the larger playground directly across the street, which we were forbidden to play in because there was always the danger that a fight would break out over the outcome of a basketball game. In the distance, Manhattan's spires pierced the sky, while Brooklyn's rectangular roofs seemed to push against it, defying the clouds.

Eight years earlier, on a morning as bright as this one, I had lain on a grassy hummock behind our house in Puerto Rico seeking against the turquoise sky shapes and forms that might foretell what the United States would be like. It was the middle of hurricane season, and gloomy clouds scudded across the blue, in a hurry, like Mami, to be somewhere else. Later that afternoon aboard the propeller-driven Pan American flight to New York, I stared from above at the languid, cottony puffs that reminded me of the stuffing inside a mattress. A child could jump on them, and bounce high into an azure heaven.

I crossed the Atlantic that day in a confused haze intensified by the wonder of what was happening, but nothing could prepare me for the United States, not even the stories about the colorful estadounidenses profiled in the Selecciones del Reader's Digest that my father gave me to take on the plane.

Mami, my sister Edna, my brother Raymond and I had left San Juan in the middle of a sunny afternoon, but when we landed, it was a rain-slicked night in Brooklyn. As we drove from the airport to our new home in Williamsburg, headlights from the opposing traffic illuminated the drops that slid down the taxi's windows, making them blink and shimmer. Mami's mother, Tata, and Tata's boyfriend, Don Julio, joked about my amazed eyes as I tried to see just how high were the buildings lining the broad avenues. Even dazed and sleepy, I felt the dimensional shift from Puerto Rico's undulating horizons to the solid, vertical angles of New York City.

"We came here," Mami said some days later, "so that you can get an education and find good jobs when you grow up."

We had come, I thought, because Raymond needed medical attention for an injury to his foot that resisted the best efforts of Puerto Rican doctors. I was certain that, as soon as Raymond's foot healed, Papi would appear at the door of our apartment in Brooklyn to lure Mami back home, just as he had done countless times in Puerto Rico. That was the pattern; bitter arguments followed by separations during which Papi wooed Mami back, and a few months later, a new baby would be born so that by the time I was eight I had four sisters and two brothers. I had no reason to imagine that things would be different just because we flew across the ocean instead of taking a publico across the island. But Papi never came. Mami sent for the rest of my sisters and brothers still in Puerto Rico to join us in New York. By the time Raymond could walk without a limp and his doctor said he didn't need to wear a special shoe anymore, Papi had married a widow none of us had ever heard of and the vision of him appearing at our door to return us to Puerto Rico vanished.

I now turned to Ulvi, who leaned over me to look at the city we had left behind. "This is only the second time I'm ever on an airplane," I said.

"Really?" He fiddled with the controls on the armrest, pushed his seat back and closed his eyes. The air around me grew cold. I rubbed the goose bumps from my arms, turned again to the tiny rectangular window as the plane droned through cotton candy.

Days earlier, when I'd told him Mami would never give me permission to go with him to Florida, Ulvi had said: "You must take the bull by the horns." I'd never heard that phrase, had no idea what it meant. He spoke less English than I did. Where did he learn it? He didn't want me to run away with him. "Talk to her woman to woman," he said, "explain the situation."

I thought of it, but couldn't look Mami in the eyes and admit that in spite of my other successes-the high school diploma, the proficient English, the clerical jobs, the college courses-I had failed as a nena puertorriquena decente, a decent Puerto Rican girl. I had lost myself to Ulvi without benefit of velo y cola, the trailing veil Mami imagined for each one of her daughters before a Catholic altar.

"When was the first time?" Ulvi's voice was so soft, I thought at first that it came from inside my head. I turned to him. Still leaning back, his heavy-lidded eyes looked at me as if he had just met me, a stranger on the seat beside him on a plane to an exotic destination.

"Eight years ago, when we first came from Puerto Rico."

"Hmm," he closed his eyes again, turned his face toward the aisle. His black hair had picked up static from the seat, and fine strands fluttered up languidly, like soft antennae. I pressed my spine against the seat cushion and tried not to think, not to imagine Mami's reaction, the disappointment at my first rebellious act.

"What did your mother say when you told her?" Ulvi asked, and heat rose to my cheeks.

"I didn't." I closed my eyes, afraid to see the anger in his. He thought it was wrong that I hadn't told her about us, but he also refused to meet her. She will understand, he had assured me. But he didn't know Mami.

"That is not good, Chiquita. It is not good."

I would not open my eyes, did not answer. I heard him turn away from me again, and imagined the tiny hairs drifting toward the plane's low ceiling. Below us New York was becoming a memory, but the words I'd struggled with, Querida Mami and el hombre que yo amo, floated around my head, every dot over the i's, every downstroke, every loop, fine threads that twisted in and out between who I was and who I had become.

Chapter Three

Once Mami settled in Brooklyn, she refused to go back to Puerto Rico until every one of her children spoke English and had graduated from high school. She was thirty, I was thirteen, Delsa was eleven, Norma was ten, Hector was nine, Alicia was seven, Edna was six, and Raymond, the youngest, was five. I was about to start eighth grade. For me, a high school diploma was at least five years away, for Raymond, who was starting kindergarten, twelve long years stretched ahead before Mami would consider returning to the island.

"What if," I asked, "when we graduate, you send us to Puerto Rico as a reward?"

"You're not going anywhere alone," she snapped.

Mami expected me, as the eldest, to set an example for my sisters and brothers. My task, as I understood it, was to get good grades in a new school in a foreign city, in a foreign culture, in a foreign climate, in a foreign language.

"And don't think that because we're in the United States you have permission to behave like those americanas," Mami warned.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

El hombre que yo amo/The man I love 1
"That is not good, Chiquita." 3
A nena puertorriquena decente 7
"Come, Chiquita, this is your job." 21
"I want you here, with me." 29
"What are you doing here?" 35
"Do not concern yourself, Chiquita." 43
"Is there something you want to tell me?" 55
"This I do not like." 61
"You think your life so bad?" 75
I want you together, like the fingers on my hands 87
"Do you believe in reincarnation?" 97
"You Puerto Ricans are so romantic." 111
Another train will come 127
"I wanted you here, with me." 139
"Were you a gasser biter?" 147
"Don't worry, you still have me." 161
"You are very important to me." 171
"I'm not neurotic!" 183
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life." 195
"I belong here!" 205
"My name is Esmeralda." 215
"Is there anything you would like to know about him?" 233
"Tell me about yourself." 245
Alterity 255
"You are the last person I expected to see in Boston." 263
"You used to be prettier." 273
"We have to talk." 289
Reify 297
Nisus 305
"Leave me out of your plans." 319
"You have many men friends, Chiquita." 323
"A pen makes a lovely graduation gift." 329
"It takes a long time to get over a breakup." 333
"Alabate pollo ..." 337
Acknowledgments 339
About the Author 342
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  • Posted December 1, 2008

    Added to my collection

    Even though I enjoyed this book I didnt love it as much as I did compared to Esmeralda's first and second book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2008

    1st two books are better

    I was so excited to finally get this book in my hands, but it wasn't all I expected it to be. Overall its still a good book but I think the 1st two are the best!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2005

    worth the read

    I love Esmeralda Santiago's books. Reading her books remind me of my own experiences and family life and dreams. Like her other books, I couldn't put The Turkish Lover down. She's really honest about her life and I just can't wait till her next book. The Turkish Lover really brought out emotions from me and I had to share the story with others. The character Ulvi got my blood boiling and Esmeralda's submission to him got me sick, but this is real life and bringing out emotions from the reader is what makes a book worth while and Esmeralda Santiago does it again.

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    Posted March 23, 2014

    I love, love, loved this book!

    I love, love, loved this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2005

    Good but slow moving

    I was expecting more, this tale of silent unspoken submission to a man is one that Santiago described on a very personal level. I was expecting a little more bang towards the end. All in all it was a smooth read and very well written. I would give it 3-4 stars.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2005

    Mariana, a high school student

    This is a great book! I Love Esmeralda Santigo. I had a chance to meet her and discuss her novel wihth her. Cannot out it down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2004

    Couldn't put it down...

    Great read! After reading Esmeralda's memoirs, one can't help feeling close to her, like you know her personally. It feels like you are a part of her life...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2004

    Outstanding Author

    Excellent read! Ms. Santiago has a wonderful gift that keeps her reader glued to every page, anticipating every detail. I couldn't put the first two parts of her memoir down and have continued with that tradition while reading The Turkish Lover. I can't wait for the next one.

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