This year’s ANAMED (Koç University’s Research Center for Anatolian Civilizations) lasted for two days. The first day of the symposium started with the settlements in Aşıklı Höyük nearly 10,000 years ago. Moving through Çatalhöyük, 2nd and 1st millennia BCE, to Byzantium and nineteenth-century Ottoman periphery, the symposium ended with a talk on nineteenth-century Istanbul. So, it was a great experience, and I was thrilled to be talking about the marginal figures and marginal spaces of nineteenth-century Izmir.
I have been collecting snippets of “interesting” things that I come across in the world of archives and yesterday I decided to share them on Twitter. Because, why not? And because everybody loves to look at weird old images.
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A lazy Sunday for him and conference talk preparation Sunday for me.
After three dreamlike days in Dubrovnik, I am back to reality. Hello, deadlines.
Old Town, Dubrovnik
Every time I go over my French notes, I envy those who studied Latin at some point in their lives.
I am still reading about Jewish merchants’ fortunes and misfortunes in nineteenth-century Oran. Thinking about my Algerian roots is definitely a source of distraction, but a good one.
I do not know how it started (actually, I do) but I keep reading French medical journals from late nineteenth century. Tomur, my cat, is helping with the medical terms. Right after this picture, he fell asleep.
Not being able to start reading without a cup of coffee in the morning sometimes terrifies me. Pages of books, which I value very much, are covered with coffee stains. Today, as I continue reading Joshua Schreier’s book The Merchants of Oran, I am extra careful not to spill anything since daydreaming about a Mediterranean port city on a rainy day is quite distracting.
It is very refreshing to read a book based on some of the central concepts of my dissertation research. Literature helps, always.
I am writing a book review on Joshua Schreier ‘s book, The Merchants of Oran and trying to find my way through a Mediterranean port city during the transition to French colonial rule.