In the end this book was a disappointment. As I began to read, I was intrigued, but I became less and less interested as it goes along. The book is a postmodern novel. It reads a lot like Milan Kundera and is about, love, relationships, politics, and Islam versus the West. It is somewhat dreamlike and surreal, but not quite magical realism.
The prose is fine. The characters are weird and do not think like normal people. I do not think that this is a cultural problem, I just don't think that the psychology is very good. It does concern the important topic of the clash of ideas between Islam and the West which of course continues to define modern Turkey, but I didn't find it very insightful on that.
Over all a disappointment, which is a shame, because I was very much looking forward to it.