Ayfer Tunç, in her latest novel Annemin Uyurgezer Geceleri (My Motherâs 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 friendâs recommendation, I read my first book by her: YeĆil Peri Gecesi. The novel, which the author herself describes[1] as being âwritten in the rhythm of a high-energy character who seeks to burn herself out with that very energy,â immediately captivated me with its language and narrative pace. The story of its protagonistâa young woman whose coming-of-age and passage into adulthood are marked by a string of âmisfortunesââreveals how lifeâs 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.

The novelâs 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 seriesâone that keeps you perpetually curious about how the storylines will intertwine and conclude. The books that followedâDĂŒnya AÄrısı, AĆıklar Delidir, and Kuru Kızâhave, 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 âloss of momentum.â
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 Motherâs Sleepwalking Nights), has been no exception; it has stirred considerable discussion online. Some disliked it outright, others proclaimed, âIâll read anything Ayfer Tunç writes,â while still others asked, âWho are you to criticize Ayfer Tunç?â I must admit that when I read Kuru Kız (The Dry Girl) and AĆıklar 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 âoutdoes herself,â 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 âpull the reader in,â because I am convinced that it is directly tied to Ayfer Tunçâs professional background and her history as a writer.
















