I normally don’t recommend books unless I can do so wholeheartedly, and so must admit here that I found this book hard to finish. It’s slow going at first, and it switches its plot points about halfway along. Emmet Cohen, who used to be Ahmet Khan, is in his nineties, dying of a brain tumor, and having memories. Except they’re the wrong memories. He thinks he was a solider, but he’s remembering escorting Armenians on the death march to Syria now known as part of the Armenian Genocide.
And of course there’s a girl, Araxie, who has two different colored eyes, which is just one of the points that might make readers roll theirs. The light colored eye seeks to understand, the dark eye condemns.
On the one hand, this is an entirely predictable story of the horrors of non-war violence covered by war. On the other, there are good moments of storytelling. But not for Araxie. She’s just a plot piece, which may be why I didn’t like the story overall and had a hard time getting into it. Emmett, well-described, is a despicable character and an unsafe narrator. I tend not to like books where you don’t feel some sympathy for the protagonist, which always made me feel a bit guilty and unsophisticated. But hey, Cohen is a creep, and he’s not doing anything particularly redemptive in hunting down his lost love-rape victim. (Except he doesn’t rape her, because he loves her. Un-hunh. A field full of people being walked to death, and he’s got his girl.)
So no, I didn’t like the book very much, although it is good historic fiction in how it describes the ways in which Turks viewed Armenians and the Brits viewed the Turks, etc. The writing is evocative, and one of the reasons I didn’t like Cohen/Khan is because of how well Mustian described the relationships he’d denigrated with those around him. Hoisted by his own rope?
It’s worth a look, particularly if you like historic fiction or don’t know much about that time. But overall it seems like the story was bigger than the book.