DescriptionMonkey's Talk is a diary and poetry collection. Durmush found this book very difficult to manage. It seemed that she gushed emotions which spiralled and made wounds heal. Her health restored she was left with something that contained herself. Durmush did not want to be in the book but she was. It is an emotionally charged book with demons trying to take control. Whether reality or not does not matter for what is reality? What is fiction? What is anything but the purpose of writing? Of being? Reading this book one is left clutching straws for that is the purpose. Why write something you can't contain? Why? Just for the sake of it. What isn't this book is a? Well people must make up their own minds. My mind is not made up. Written the demons and now let them be in that book trapped for ever. Let them have company or not as the case may be. This book is about childhood and memories of the past and the present, feelings of despair and anxiety about the future and the problems of living within means at disposal. For everyone has to live as well as they can and make the most of life. For without that what would the world be but living on borrowed time and money and maybe causing so many scandals because can't pay bills. The height of immorality is when can't pay bills.It is also about the future and a bit of philosophy and ethics and what is ethical behaviour and what is not. It is not taking the piss but it is tongue in check. It is about the family history and anger and dismay and how people see things differently but remain the same people. About the AuthorFatma Durmush has written for a long time and has a great deal of energy and wit. Her recovery is due to her getting out her demons onto paper. Getting rid of her demons, Durmush strives and struggles sometimes painful to watch her schizophrenia is controlled but her demons are there with her. Dogging her steps making her aware that she is vulnerable. Her art is what makes her a survivor. Her balance of mind is delicate sea shore of impressions whether true or false she leaves to the reader. Her writing is nothing personal to anyone but the ghosts of her demons. Durmush was born in 1959 in Cyprus and is British but Turkish as well. She has a degree and is a master of the Arts. Durmush is studying for a second degree in Psychology because she said that as she hasn't got anything to do all day she needs to use her mind to keep it working. She is in voluntary work with a Turkish group and she loves to be bossy and analytical. She does the teas and makes everyone draw or paint. She has recently started to translate her work into Turkish so that the Turkish group can read her work. She is always painting in pastels or other mediums. But at the moment she is painting pastels in very small dimensions and is waiting to be included maybe in a exhibition. She is writing her final essay for this year and is about to start her second year at the OU. She is enjoying this very much for it is extending her horizons and she has new interests always a bonus for a writer. She is also at the stage in her life when past is more real and reality more unreal so she is exploring this in her writing. Her reading has taken her farther than when she had began and it is getting her into deep waters with psychology and philosophy and the meaning of her existence as well as the memories and what is real and unreal? She is not allergic to truth but sometimes the truth is allergic to her and everyone's memories are different not everyone remembers the same take for example the court cases all the witnesses do not agree and then they have no verdict. So this book might be no verdict.

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