{"product_id":"the-time-regulation-institute-isbn-9780143106739","title":"The Time Regulation Institute","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA literary discovery: an uproarious tragicomedy of modernization, in its first-ever English translation\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps the greatest Turkish novel of the twentieth century, being discovered around the world only now, more than fifty years after its first publication, \u003ci\u003eThe Time Regulation Institute\u003c\/i\u003e is an antic, freewheeling send-up of the modern bureaucratic state.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e At its center is Hayri Irdal, an infectiously charming antihero who becomes entangled with an eccentric cast of characters—a television mystic, a pharmacist who dabbles in alchemy, a dignitary from the lost Ottoman Empire, a “clock whisperer”—at the Time Regulation Institute, a vast organization that employs a hilariously intricate system of fines for the purpose of changing all the clocks in Turkey to Western time. Recounted in sessions with his psychoanalyst, the story of Hayri Irdal’s absurdist misadventures plays out as a brilliant allegory of the collision of tradition and modernity, of East and West, infused with a poignant blend of hope for the promise of the future and nostalgia for a simpler time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.\u003cb\u003eWinner of the Modern Language Association’s Lois Roth Award for a Translation of a Literary Work\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ahmet Hamdi Tanpinar is undoubtedly the most remarkable author in modern Turkish literature. With \u003ci\u003eThe Time Regulation Institute,\u003c\/i\u003e this great writer has created an allegorical masterpiece, which makes Turkey’s attempts to westernize and its delayed modernity understandable in all its human ramifications.” —\u003cb\u003eOrhan Pamuk, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “This excellent book . . . is before all else a first-rate comic novel. . . . Not only entertaining and substantial but also, for lack of a better word, timely. For beyond the historical relevance, beyond the comic esprit, Tanpinar’s elaborate bittersweet sendup of Turkish culture over a half-century ago speaks perfectly clearly to our own, offering long-distance commiseration to anyone whose life is twisted around schedules and deadlines—pretty much everyone, in other words—provided you can find the time to read it.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Ingeniously satirical and hauntingly philosophical . . . Bracingly original . . . [A] superb translation.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A modernist novel par excellence: absurdist, obsessive, funny, dark . . . An excellent book about the ­terrible struggle to impose order onto inner and outer states.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNew York \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003emagazine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A truly pathbreaking novel, at once nostalgic and modernist, contemporary and out of its time.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBookforum\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An absolutely brilliant, sui generis satirical novel . . . A rich, Ottoman meander of picaresque tales and shaggy dog stories . . . It’s kind of Dickensian but wryer, more absurdist and less sentimental, I detect notes of Hašek. . . . The attitude that underlies the novel is rueful, head-smacking incredulity, \u003ci\u003eCatch-22\u003c\/i\u003e-style. . . . I see this satire as a work of resistance: it suggests that no dictator, even a progressive one, can change the character of a people just by moving the minute hand on a watch face.” —\u003cb\u003eLiesl Schillinger, \u003ci\u003eLit Hub\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A splendid new version [of] Tanpinar’s eccentric, colourful, ruefully comic saga.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Independent, “\u003c\/i\u003eBooks of the Year”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Spellbinding . . . A gem . . . A very funny novel, both in design and line by line . . . As compelling as a lucid dream . . . Its publication feels like a victory. . . . Both novel and author are undeniable stars and deserve, one feels, to have finally reached the world stage, showcased in a spotlight as bright as Penguin Classics.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe National\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “One of the best comic novels of the twentieth century in any language.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eGuernica\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Prepare to enjoy a voice you did not know existed. . . . [A] beguiling twentieth-century writer, [Tanpinar] wrote in the expansive, unhurried tempo of an earlier era—a little like Russia’s Ivan Goncharov, author of \u003ci\u003eOblomov,\u003c\/i\u003e but with more energy, art, and invention. . . . Tanpinar’s multi-timbred prose [and his] luxuriant language and sensibility will envelop you. . . . Like Joseph Heller’s \u003ci\u003eCatch-22\u003c\/i\u003e or Jaroslav Hašek’s unfinished dark comedy, \u003ci\u003eThe Good Soldier Švejk,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eThe Time Regulation Institute\u003c\/i\u003e defends the individual spirit—faulty and inconsistent as it may be—against the state that seeks to submerge it in burdensome, soulless duty. . . . Splendid.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Barnes \u0026amp; Noble Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Laceratingly comic . . . [A] brilliant satire on a modernizing bureaucracy.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eLiterary Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “During Tanpinar’s lifetime he was misunderstood and underestimated . . . ; today, decades after his death, he is adulated in Turkey almost to the point of worship. . . . The questions of identity and how to escape it were examined by Tanpinar . . . through incisive analysis and subtle satire—and perhaps nowhere more powerfully than in his best-known book, \u003ci\u003eThe Time Regulation Institute\u003c\/i\u003e, which is now available in a new English translation and with a superb introduction by Pankaj Mishra. . . . The translation deserves commendation. . . . The writing feels timeless and universal. . . . The questions [Tanpinar] raised, perhaps now more than ever, matter not only in Turkey but around the world.” —\u003cb\u003eElif Shafak, \u003ci\u003eThe Times Literary Supplement\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hilarious . . . Richly imagined . . . A brilliant author . . . Like Proust, and Pamuk, Tanpinar opens doors to other books and ideas. . . . Tanpinar’s prose . . . glows and echoes, and one never quite forgets the strange taste of his sentences after reading them. . . . [\u003ci\u003eThe Time Regulation Institute\u003c\/i\u003e is] perhaps the best Turkish novel of the 20th century alongside Orhan Pamuk’s \u003ci\u003eThe Black Book\u003c\/i\u003e.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePEN Atlas\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Like all great satire, this book will make readers laugh and cringe in equal measure. . . . [It] seamlessly combines personal wit with political satire.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Brilliantly comic . . . As you read \u003ci\u003eThe Time Regulation Institute,\u003c\/i\u003e you may have the impression that you are reading a nineteenth-century novel— . . . with dozens of characters, surprising sub-plots and revelations—in short, all the good stuff of those classic French, German, English and Russian classics. So now we can add a Turkish novel to the list. . . . Tanpinar’s masterpiece [is] finally available in a glorious English translation.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eCounterpunch\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Maureen Freely and Alexander Dawe’s masterful and finely nuanced translation lures the reader into the novel’s many complexities . . . in an English that is both clear and musical.” —\u003cb\u003eJudges’ citation, Modern Language Association’s Lois Roth Award\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How is it that it has taken half a century for this extraordinary novel to reach a public outside the Turkish language? . . . Dickens’s Jarndyce family and their Chancery lawyers, Melville’s Bartleby and his Dead Letter Office, Kafka’s K and his hallucinatory trial [are] forerunners incarnated in Tanpinar’s naïf hero . . . who is held captive in that same world of absurd rules and regulations. . . . Penguin Classics has done English-speaking readers a great service by allowing us to discover in \u003ci\u003eThe Time Regulation Institute\u003c\/i\u003e one of the great satirical masterpieces of modern times [by] one of the most talented and ingenious writers of the twentieth century.” \u003cb\u003e—Alberto Manguel, \u003ci\u003eGeist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eAhmet Hamdi Tanpinar\u003c\/b\u003e (1901-1962) is considered one of the most significant Turkish novelists of the twentieth century. Also a poet, short-story writer, essayist, literary historian, and professor, he created a unique cultural universe in his work, combining a European literary voice with the Ottoman sensibilities of the Near East.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMaureen Freely\u003c\/b\u003e (translator) is the principal translator of Orhan Pamuk, the Nobel Prize–winning Turkish novelist. She lives in England.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAlexander Dawe\u003c\/b\u003e (translator) is an American translator of French and Turkish. He lives in Istanbul.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePankaj Mishra\u003c\/b\u003e (introducer) is an award-winning novelist and essayist whose writing appears frequently in \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker, The New York Review of Books\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e, and the\u003ci\u003e London Review of Books. \u003c\/i\u003eHe was born in North India and now lives in London.\u003cb\u003e***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cp\u003eCopyright © 2013 by Maureen Freely and Alexander Dawe\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor ten years, I acted as assistant head manager of one of the most innovative and beneficial organizations in the world. I helped not only my own immediate family but also my close and distant relatives and my friends, even those who had once betrayed me, by providing them with employment and a sense and source of well-being. In this regard I suppose it would suffice to highlight our contribution to urban development through the construction of a new district near Suadiye, as well as the services our institute provided to its workers, most of whom were in fact relatives of either myself or Halit ayarci. For as soon as the institute was established, Halit made the very important decision—from which we never strayed—that half the management positions and other important posts would be filled by members of our families and the other half by those who had the recommendation of a notable personage.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI am not sure if I need to mention the criticisms much aired in the papers long before it was decided to liquidate the institute or the ever more violent attacks that followed the institute’s dissolution. Life can be so strange. Ten years ago the very same papers delighted in everything we did, showering us with praise and holding us aloft as a model to the world. Though they attended our every press conference and never missed an official cocktail party, these dear friends of mine now do nothing but hurl abuse.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFirst they condemned the organization for its unwieldy size and inefficiency. Overlooking the fact that we created jobs for so many in a country where unemployment is rampant, they railed against our excesses: three management offices, eleven management branches, forty-seven typists, and two hundred seventy control bureaus. Then they ridiculed the names of our various branches, overlooking the fact that a watch or clock is indeed made up of hands for minutes and hours, a spring, a pendulum, and a pin, as if the thing we all know as time were not in fact divided into hours, minutes, seconds, and milliseconds. Later the papers called into question the training, expertise, and intellectual underpinnings of our licensed employees—who had garnered over ten years’ experience with us—before mercilessly denouncing my early book, The Life and Works of Ahmet the Timely, which had once delighted them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter tearing to pieces The Life and Works of Ahmet the Timely, they went on to attack all our other studies. For days on end, we would open the papers to find reproductions of our book covers under preposterous headlines that implied the works were somehow subversive or only worthy of derision: The Effect of the North Wind upon the Regulation of Cosmic Time, penned with such painstaking attention to detail by the head of our Millisecond Branch (also husband to our family’s youngest sister-in-law); or Time and Psychoanalysis and The Irdal Method of Time Characterology, both by my dear friend Dr. Ramiz; or Halit Ayarci’s Social Monism and Time and The Second and Society.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs if that was not enough, they went on to accuse us outright of being frauds and charlatans, homing in on our accumulative fining system, with its proportional reductions and the bonus discounts that had once so amused and entertained our fellow citizens while also allowing the institute to pursue its varied social and scientific activities. But how warmly these same people had once applauded this system of fines, which I myself invented, just to pass the time, while watching my wife, Pakize, and Halit Ayarci play endless games of backgammon for petty cash during their gambling soirees.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOne of our esteemed financiers publicly declared this system of fines a most remarkable innovation in the history of accounting and took every opportunity to remind me that he would never hesitate to put me in the same company as the illustrious financiers Doctor Turgot, Necker, and Schacht.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd he was right. For in matters of finance—whereby money turns people into good taxpayers—unhappiness has forever been the rule. And in the matter of fines in particular, people inevitably feel a certain discomfort. But our system was not at all like that. When an inspector notified a citizen of his fine, the offender would initially express surprise, but upon apprehending the firm logic behind the system, a smile would spread across his face until, at last understanding this was a serious matter, he would succumb to uproarious laughter. I cannot count the number of people—especially in the early days— who would extend a business card to our inspectors, saying, “Oh please, you absolutely must come over to our house sometime. My wife really must see this. Here’s my address,” and offer to cover the inspector’s taxi fare.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOur system of fines specified the collection of five kurus for every clock or watch not synchronized with any other clock in view, particularly those public clocks belonging to the municipality. However, the offender’s fine would be doubled if his timepiece differed from that of any other in the vicinity. Thus the fine might rise proportionally when there were several timepieces nearby. Since the perfect regulation of time is impossible—because of the personal freedom afforded by watches and clocks, something I was naturally in no position at the time to explain—a single inspection, especially in one of the busier parts of town, made it possible to collect a not insignificant sum.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe last calculation required by this confusing system concerned the difference between watches or clocks that were either fast or slow. Everyone knows that a watch or clock is either fast or slow. For timepieces, there is no third state. It is an accepted axiom very much akin to the impossibility of exact regulation; that is, of course, assuming the watch or clock has not stopped altogether. But here matters become more personal. My own view is this: since man was created ruler of the universe, objects can be expected to reflect the tenor of his rule. For example, during my childhood, under the reign of Abdülhamid II, our entire society was moribund. Our dissatisfaction stemmed from the sultan’s long face, but it radiated out and infected even physical objects. Everyone my age will recall the mournful cries of the ferryboats of that era, with their piercing foghorns. But with the favorable unfolding of events thereafter, we find our days so full of delight that we now hear joy in a ferryboat’s horn and in the clang of a trolley’s bell.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe same can be said for watches and clocks. They inevitably fall in step with an owner’s natural disposition, be it ponderous or ebullient, and in the same way they reflect his conjugal patterns and political persuasions. Certainly in a society like ours that has been swept along by one revolution after another in its relentless march toward progress, leaving behind diverse communities and entire generations, it is all too understandable that our political persuasions would find expression in this way. Political creeds remain secret for one reason or another. With so many sanctions hanging over us, no one is about to stand up in a public place and proclaim, “Now, this is what I think!” or even to say such a thing aloud, for that matter. Thus it is our watches and clocks that hold our secrets, as well as the beliefs and habits that set us apart from others.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Penguin Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302123131109,"sku":"NP9780143106739","price":21.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780143106739.jpg?v=1767741863","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-time-regulation-institute-isbn-9780143106739","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}