Ayfer Tunç, in her latest novel Annemin Uyurgezer Geceleri (My Mother’s Sleepwalking Nights), traces how the wounds inflicted by patriarchy travel across generations, quietly carried and concealed by women.

I am not a literary critic, yet I consider myself a devoted and attentive reader, and Tunç is one of the authors whose work I follow most closely. Years ago, on a friend’s recommendation, I read my first book by her: Yeşil Peri Gecesi. The novel, which the author herself describes[1] as being “written in the rhythm of a high-energy character who seeks to burn herself out with that very energy,” immediately captivated me with its language and narrative pace. The story of its protagonist—a young woman whose coming-of-age and passage into adulthood are marked by a string of “misfortunes”—reveals how life’s breaking points can, when viewed from a social perspective, transform into questions of morality and power. It made me reconsider many things I thought I understood.

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The novel’s precursor, Kapak Kızı, and its companion work Osman expand this universe, foregrounding the stories of different characters woven into the same life. Together, they produce an effect similar to that of a well-crafted television series—one that keeps you perpetually curious about how the storylines will intertwine and conclude. The books that followed—Dünya Ağrısı, Aşıklar Delidir, and Kuru Kız—have, in contrast, neither attained the same level of reader enthusiasm as the aforementioned trilogy nor sparked the same depth of admiration. In this sense, they mark what might be called a “loss of momentum.”

Ayfer Tunç is a distinguished author with a devoted and demanding readership, and her posts, sketches, and comments across social media and other platforms regularly spark debate. Her newly published novel, Annemin Uyurgezer Geceleri (My Mother’s Sleepwalking Nights), has been no exception; it has stirred considerable discussion online. Some disliked it outright, others proclaimed, “I’ll read anything Ayfer Tunç writes,” while still others asked, “Who are you to criticize Ayfer Tunç?” I must admit that when I read Kuru Kız (The Dry Girl) and Aşıklar Delidir (Lovers Are Crazy), I was deeply disappointed; to be frank, I was so frustrated by the time I finished them that I practically slammed the books down. I found the characters weak, even somewhat shallow. , however, is not a work in which Tunç “outdoes herself,” but I can say that both the theme she tackles and the psychological depth she offers kept me almost as engrossed as  once did. At this point, I want to highlight this ability to “pull the reader in,” because I am convinced that it is directly tied to Ayfer Tunç’s professional background and her history as a writer.