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My Folk Song — The Emel Taşçıoğlu Book

In English: My Folk Song: The Emel Taşçıoğlu Book (Benim Türküm)
Hatice İkinci
Review by: Rafel Əlizadə09 October 20261 min read
A memoir following the life of Emel Taşçıoğlu (born Emel Güney) in interview form, from her Ankara childhood to a musician family, from the first stage to the TRT period. In the first sections that were read, the strongest side is the warm, detailed description of the old Hamamönü quarter, the culture of neighbourliness and the türkü atmosphere at home. The weak side is the lack of documented historical research and the subjectivity of the memoir voice in some places. A warm and simply written read for those interested in Turkish folk music and the Ankara of the last century.
Who Is This Book For?
Good Fit
  • Readers interested in Turkish folk music, türküs and the lives of the artists who perform them
  • Anyone who likes warm, plainly written memoirs in conversation form
  • People who want to learn about daily life in last century's Ankara, wedding culture and the history of TRT
Not a Fit
  • Anyone seeking a precisely documented, source-cited academic study, like a music historian
  • Anyone wanting to read about modern music and show business: the subject is mainly traditional folk music
How Readers Rate It
Readability 4.0/5 Smooth
Pace 3.2/5 Average
Emotional impact 3.5/5 Average
43 voters
«Where the story begins» and «Feeling the türküs»: a Hamamönü childhood and the first stage
Read: the sections «Where the Story Begins» and «Feeling the Türküs» (approx. pp. 17–40) — about 12% of the book. The other chapters were not read.

The book is in interview (question-and-answer) form and Emel Taşçıoğlu begins her story in the old Hamamönü quarter of Ankara: chimneys smelling of soot, ramshackle one-room houses. She grew up in a two-storey old Ankara house in Gazeller Street; Mehmet Akif Ersoy's house and a small mosque were nearby. At night floor beds were laid out in the big room and the houses were full of relatives and friends from the home village; the inside of the cupboard with a lid in the room was in fact a bathroom.

The author recalls the quarter's residents in vivid detail: Aunt Elmas going to the dustbin with a wire trap in her hand, «mad Muhittin» (said to have gone mad from too much reading), the «destancı» — with rolls of paper in their hands, they would come into the street singing türküs and sell poems and türkü lyrics — and Uncle Çarliston singing mânis with a drum on Ramadan nights. Her father Ali Rıza Güney was a petty civil servant; the family lived on one salary, and poverty «was shared with great love and sincerity». The author recalls these years as a kind of continuation of an unfinished childhood.

In the section «Feeling the Türküs» the singer's musical talent is explained as coming from her father: he grew up in poverty, could not go to school, worked in his father's restaurant, first learned the bağlama at fifteen on a «küflek» (a bağlama made with molasses wax), then became a clerk at EGO, and was also a poet and composer. Music was always played at home; at three Emel would drag the bağlama to her father and say «Daddy, play nana». The father trained her and her brothers (Ekrem, Ertuğrul) regularly; at five Emel could recite eighty türküs by heart.

Her method of memorising is interesting: she does not memorise the words but pictures the story in the türkü (in the words «give life to the stone», a childless woman takes the stone in her arms and begs God). At first her father doubted whether it was talent, then had visitors listen. The idea of a group was suggested to him by visitors. The first stage appearance was on 19 May 1970 at the «Youth and Family Night» of EGO, where her father worked; the famous names of the day, Özay Gönlüm and Necla Erol, also performed, and the EGO general manager at first did not believe that a five-year-old was the soloist.

Reading Experience
  • The book is in «river interview» form: the singer gives long, conversational answers to the author's short questions
  • The text is sincere and in everyday language, enriched with quotations from türküs and folk sayings
  • Old photographs, the family archive and handwritten documents (the father's diary) give the book historical weight and accuracy
  • Each chapter is built around an event or question, which allows the book to be read chapter by chapter
Content Warning
The book is the memoir voice of one person; events have not been checked against independent documentsIt is not a translation but a Turkish original; türkü lyrics and Anatolian sayings may be hard to grasp in other languagesThe author tells childhood memories with nostalgia; the poverty and hardship of the period are sometimes softened
Spoiler
How does this part end?
⚠️ On the first stage Emel comes in with the microphone.

At the end of the part read it is the Güney family's turn: the father and brothers begin to play, five-year-old Emel wanders around the stage with a microphone and, although nobody takes her for a soloist, comes into the türkü exactly where she should. What follows is outside the scope of this review.

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