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Black Angel by Nouritza Matossian, and thoughts over yoghurt soup

In Hayden Herrera's biography about Arshile Gorky, there were several mentions of yoghurt soup that whetted my appetite. Yesterday, when I walked into the house after a long day at work, a sweet smell of peppermint and butter welcomed me home. As if she read my mind, my mom, who is with us for the holidays, had made us yoghurt soup! I enjoyed every drop of it, and thought often about Gorky, how he must have missed it from time to time as well. Again I felt a bit sad for the fact that in Turkey there are not many resources about Gorky. The icy cold wall of genocide denial is standing between two people that could get along so well otherwise... Nouritza Matossian's book (Black Angel) comes to the rescue at this point. Reading the introduction, I learned that it was Hrant Dink who was the driving force behind this book getting translated into Turkish and getting it published. Since she is an Armenian, and has done 20 years of research before writing this book, I have high expectat

Post book depression? "Arshile Gorky, His Life and Art" by Hayden Herrera

Today I have finally finished Hayden Herrera's book "Arshile Gorky, His Life and Art". I had always wanted to dive deeper into the life and works of Gorky but I had to wait until a month ago, when a dear friend sent me this book as a present.  I think what I am experiencing today may come close to post book depression. This book has left a profound effect on me. It did not quench my thirst for Gorky though, on the contrary, it left me hungry for more information on his work. Next I will be reading Black Angel by Nouritza Matossian. I am very curious about this second book, since it was written by an Armenian writer and is translated into Turkish and published by Aras Publishing, a publishing house from Istanbul that I highly respect (and of course, recommend). Herrera's book is a great source, but its lengthy  explanations and over-embellished background stories were tiring to read. Sometimes it felt like she too was treating Gorky like something exotic and foreign an