The Island of Missing Trees
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Average rating4.1
The Island of Missing Trees is as much heartwarming as it is heartrending. The story is storm of generational trauma affecting everyone as it tears through everyone's lives <spoiler> alongside the aftermath of the Turkish Invasion of Cyprus and deep mistrust festering between Turkish and Greek Cypriots. </spoiler>
Kostas and Ada are trying to move forward after a devastating loss they each handle in their own way. Their emotional turmoil almost causes them to pass each other like two ships in the night; one turns inward and the other lashes out. Kostas has seen the damage caused by families trying to impose their will on their children, so he chooses a different path, but through a misguided promise of refusing to talk about the past he's only poisoning the present.
Ada's unresolved emotions suddenly manifests as <spoiler> a panic attack in the in the middle of class. </spoiler> Everyone is stunned. Ada is embarrassed and ashamed. Kostas is confused and disheartened. Kostas's quiet sadness can't calm Ada's hurt and fiery reactiveness.
Aunt Meryem, as well as the Fig Tree, become unexpected bridges between the Old World and New World but they also become a salve. Aunt Meryem doesn't have all the answers, but her unconventional beliefs in djinns and evil spirits make both Ada and Kostas realize they can't just ignore their problems or each other.
I loved this book although it was a heavy read. Change is hard and incremental. Older generations like Aunt Meryem can't forgive and forget, but younger generations like Ada can start the work of understanding the past to heal the present and nurture the future.
“Once upon a memory, at the far end of the Mediterranean Sea, there lay an island so beautiful and blue that the many travellers, pilgrims, crusaders and merchants who fell in love with it either wanted never to leave or tried to tow it with hemp ropes all the way back to their own countries. Legends, perhaps. But legends are there to tell us what history has forgotten.”
The scent of gardenia, cyclamen, lavender, honeysuckle. A story full of flowers, their beauty and essence and fragility. Birds, the symbols of escape and freedom. Cicadas, bees and butterflies. Images of beauty and togetherness, violently torn by the evil doings of an obsessive, barbaric minority. And why is it that the few always see their work done and the many suffer? History hasn't found the answer yet. And if she has, she has kept it under lock and key for millennia.
“There are many things that a border – even one as clear-cut and well- guarded as this – cannot prevent from crossing. The Etesian wind, for instance, the softly named but surprisingly strong meltemi or meltem. The butterflies, grasshoppers and lizards. The snails, too, painfully slow though they are. Occasionally, a birthday balloon that escapes a child's grip, drifts in the sky, strays into the other side – enemy territory.”
People coexist in peace until the Devil is let loose. Wounds can't be healed. Star-crossed lovers and children who pay the price. A daughter that detects people's sadness. A rage that needs to be released, otherwise she will be smothered by her own feelings of screaming into the void, of not belonging anywhere. She will fall into the trap of despair created by a bunch of school brats that are in dire need of a) a serious punishment and b) lessons of respect. I thank God every day that our schools in Greece haven't been touched by the curse of the VIP “students”, the cliques and the “squads” of future prostitutes and thugs.
“Humans walk by us every day, they sit and sleep, smoke and picnic in our shade, they pluck our leaves and gorge themselves on our fruit, they break our branches, riding them like horses as children or using them to birch others into submission when they become older and crueller, they carve their lover's name on our trunks and vow eternal love, they weave necklaces out of our needles and paint our flowers into art, they split us into logs to heat their homes and sometimes they chop us down just because we obstruct their view, they make cradles, wine corks, chewing gum and rustic furniture, and produce the most spellbinding music out of us, and they turn us into books in which they lose themselves on cold winter nights, they use our wood to manufacture coffins in which they end their lives, buried six feet under with us, and they even compose romantic poems to us, calling us the link between earth and sky, and yet still they do not see us.”
The bond between a father and a daughter. The love between two young people.The symbolism of the fig tree that lies in the heart of the Mediterranean. Wood is part of a human's life and the home for so many species. And here, it is given voice. And what a voice this is! A fig tree narrates its story, its love for a human being. It shows how important it is to keep your culture and your roots alive in our modern world. But keeping your memories is another thing entirely for it may become continuous torture. A curse.
There are numerous, exciting references to the customs of the two peoples of the land and Shafak presents them in sheer beauty. As far as the characters are concerned, Defne, Ada and Kostas are wonderful. Rich personalities, marvellously portrayed and developed, sympathetic, real. But, I loathed Meryem, excuse me. Too much of a know-it-all chatterbox for my taste and quite stupid with her superstitious nonsense. All this talk of djinns, taking a child to an exorcist. How about buying some actual brains? And reading some BASIC history? Asking which side of Cyprus the child is going to visit first, preaching peace but being thoroughly consumed by her own narrow-mindedness. She probably represents the uneducated, prejudiced, brain-washed part regardless of ethnicity or religion. And keep those “desserts”, they suck anyway... Also, Meryem, the Middle Ages have called. They want their attitude back.
The bitter conflict is approached with sensitivity and melancholy, but I will not refer to the historical or political implications. These are well-known and the Internet is not a place for such discussions. Not to mention the fact that it is a futile polemic, anyway. And to be honest, this is an issue where there can't be “two” sides. An invasion IS an invasion and it cannot be sugar-coated.
Moving Author's Note. Exquisite!
If the beauty of Shafak's writing doesn't make you cry, you need Jesus.
“A map is a two- dimensional representation with arbitrary symbols and incised lines that decide who is to be our enemy and who is to be our friend, who deserves our love and who deserves our hatred and who, our sheer indifference. Cartography is another name for stories told by winners. For stories told by those who have lost, there isn't one.”
Many thanks to Viking and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
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This was beautiful. I have no words to describe how much I enjoyed this book. I am now a fan of Elif Shafak's writing. The main reason I was drawn to this book was because of the pretty cover, but my oh my, the story was wonderful. I discovered a gem that I would absolutely re-read.
The story travels back and forth in time and between POVs normally I'm not a fan of going back and forth in time (because I lose track of what's happening when) but Shafak managed to make things distinct enough that it wasn't hard to keep track of what was happening to whom, when. I enjoyed the presence of a rather unusual POV character and the developing dynamics between characters.
Shafak's writing style and characters are so charming that I often forget just how heartbreaking some scenes are, sometimes that's a plus sometimes I'm not sure how I feel about it.
It was the 3rd book of hers I read in the span of a month, I think I'm hooked!
Bookclub read [UoG]: I found this well written but not always enjoyably so. Sometimes the phrases seemed too formulaic, causing the reader to focus on the creation of the text rather than generate emotion. I do seem to like a multi-generational tale and learning some of the history of a land I visited as a child tourist was interesting. I really felt I should have liked this book more but I struggled to give it the 3 stars. I just really didn't like the tree! I'm with Ada “your fig gives me the creeps”. Yes, I get it was a useful narrative structure (and, as we discover in the end, much more than that) bringing together tales, weaving history and situations that no one else could possibly know. But I didn't like it, I found it creepy and unpleasant and, although I had warmed slightly towards it by halfway through the book, I never really enjoyed it's voice. I also really didn't like the end... Wow, I'd better stop now – the more I write the more I'm tempted to knock stars off!!
»In the most surprising ways, the victims continued to live, because that is what nature did to death, it transformed abrupt endings into a thousand new beginnings.«I've absolutely no idea now “[b:The Island of Missing Trees 56587382 The Island of Missing Trees Elif Shafak https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1620048257l/56587382.SY75.jpg 88381372]” by [a:Elif Shafak 6542440 Elif Shafak https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1395322919p2/6542440.jpg] made it on my to-be-read list but, wow, am I glad it did! I wanted to embrace it.I was, of course, aware of the conflict about the Mediterranean island of Cyprus but, like so many other conflicts, I had a basic intellectual understanding of it. What this novel added is the perspective of two young lovers: Defne is a Turkish Cypriot and Kostas a Greek Cypriot. Both grow up in the capital, Nicosia, where they meet and, ultimately, deeply fall in love with each other.»‘I missed you,' she said.In that moment Kostas Kazantzakis knew the island had pulled him into its orbit with a force greater than he could resist and he would not return to England any time soon, not without her by his side.«This is not a romance, though; it is far from it although including elements of one. Most of all we get a close look at the fate of one family, Defne, Kostas and their child, Ada. Also playing an important role is a fig tree that once flourished in a bar on Cyprus which served as Defne's and Kostas' safe haven in an environment that would condemn their love for each other purely because of their respective nationality and religion - despite primarily being islanders.»Christian cannot marry a Muslim, it offends the eyes of Our Lord.«(There is no god but this - and much worse - is what you get for believing in one.)We accompany our cast from Cyprus in 1974 to London in the late 2010s. The novel opens in London and we get to know that Defne has died, Kostas has retreated into his work, his memories and himself. Ada, their child, is struggling at school and with life in general - where does she come from? What are her roots and what about her extended family - because there was no one around for Defne's funeral. »[Ada] knew in her gut that she was the child of the type of love that rose from the bottom of the ocean, from a blue so dark it was almost black.«From this premise, we switch between the past (mostly 1974 in Cyprus), the present (the late 2010s in London) and the early 2000s in Cyprus. The narration is broken up by the unlikely interjections of the fig tree mentioned earlier. These parts often connect (and sometimes reconcile) the past with the present and add important additional aspects from an uncommon but entirely sensible perspective.»'I disagree,' said Defne into her wine glass. ‘There are moments in life when everyone has to become a warrior of some kind. If you are a poet, you fight with your words; if you are an artist, you fight with your paintings ... But you can't say, “Sorry, I'm a poet, I'll pass.” You don't say that when there's so much suffering, inequality, injustice.'«I have to admit, I was irritated by the fig tree's appearances at first but after intentionally suspending judgement on this issue, I was quickly and completely gripped by this wonderful story. In fact, this was the first book in a long time that made me read deep into the night. Whereas I was, at first, hesitant to pick this book up again, the more I read the more hesitant I became to put it down.I also very much enjoyed the way Shafak weaved together the personal and the political. She shows how the conflicts that have ravaged Cyprus over the years have had a profound impact on the lives of its people, and how the wounds of the past continue to shape the present. At the same time, she also shows how individuals can make a difference, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable challenges.What sets this book apart is the tenderness of its narration. While I read it, I also felt the joy, the pain and so many other emotions that were not even told but pretty much triggered. And while there's a lot of sadness to be felt here (I'm actually crying right now), the primary subject here is love and it permeates the book.I especially liked sharp-tongued, quick-witted and struggling Ada who begins healing by interacting with her aunt Meryem. Her obvious intelligence coupled with her deep empathy made her struggles all the more challenging to read.»Ada stopped asking questions then, not because she agreed with anything her aunt said but because she had sensed, once again, underneath all the spirited talk and assertive personality, how timid and vulnerable the woman really was.«Everyone from our protagonists to their friends Yiorgos and Yusuf, the gay couple owning the bar in which so many important incidents happen, down to their parrot Chico, feels like a believable, plausible being. Another aspect of the book that I particularly appreciated was the way Shafak used nature as a metaphor for the human experience: The island itself, with its beautiful landscapes and diverse ecosystems, is a character in its own right, and serves as a powerful reminder of the interconnectedness of all things.Or, as Shafak puts it: »I also wanted to honour local folklore and oral traditions. But everything here is fiction – a mixture of wonder, dreams, love, sorrow and imagination.«At that, she utterly, completely succeeded.These are the easiest five out of five stars I've awarded this year so far!Blog Facebook Twitter Mastodon Instagram Pinterest Medium Matrix TumblrCeterum censeo Putin esse delendam
It was just good, you know? A bit slow to get the ball rolling, but once it was, I really found myself enjoying it and depuzzling the pieces of Define and Kostas lives in Cyprus.
Somewhere between 3 and 4 stars.
I often find it strange when a book the highlights the cruelty of war gets described as beautiful. This is a book about terrible things, and yet it feels weightless, it feels literary. I appreciate books that centre the existence of trees, and their strange and magical way of being in the world – but this is a less convincing account than Overstory. Nonetheless, I'm glad I read it. I learned a lot about Cyprus.
