Devastated by the end of her relationship, our heroine swaps her catsuit for pyjamas and hides away from the world. But her friends from the nightclub refuse to let her waste away in self-pity and drag her out to make up the numbers for a party. Only full make-up will suffice, and there's serious grooming to be done before our girl's up to the challenge - her state of misery has left her so thin that even her favourite Audrey Hepburn number doesn't cling the way it should. At the soir�e, she becomes entranced with a powerful married man, but it's unlikely their paths will cross again. Until a body is found in the street, stabbed to death - the victim, a gigolo, has connections to the object of her affection. And it seems that the gigolo lifestyle can leave one, ahem, exposed to hidden dangers. Our girl valiantly agrees to take on the case - any meetings with her beloved are an incidental added bonus.
Mehmet Murat Somer Book order (chronological)
Mehmet Murat Somer delves into profound questions of human existence and societal issues through compelling narratives. His literary style is characterized by penetrating psychological depth and an original perspective on the world. He masterfully weaves his insights into human nature and motivation into thought-provoking narratives. His work reflects his interest in personal development and effective management.
The Kiss Murder
- 245 pages
- 9 hours of reading
"Being Istanbul's foremost transvestite detective, nightclub owner and computer expert is pretty time-consuming. So when our girl receives a visit from her hysterical friend Buse asking for help, she is initially reluctant to commit. Buse has, for several years, kept in flagrante photos and letters from a former relationship with a powerful man. So when her apartment is ransacked and Buse is later found dead, our girl needs to polish her Thai kick-boxing skills, slip into her slinkiest Audrey Hepburn number and use her formidable powers of charm and flirtation to trace the killer."--Back cover.
Schon wieder ein Mord im Rotlichtviertel: wieder eine Prostituierte, wieder ein Transvestit. Und wieder trägt die Tote den Namen eines Propheten. Irgendetwas ist faul in Istanbul. So faul, dass die Heldin einschreiten muss und die Ermittlungen in die manikürten Hände nimmt. Sie, Nachtclubbesitzerin, Femme fatale - und: ein Mann mit Kampfsportlizenz. Sie hat ein schnelles Mundwerk, die nötigen Kontakte und vor allem Durchsetzungsfähigkeit. Beste Voraussetzungen, den bestialischen Mörder zu überführen und gleich noch mit einer Menge Vorurteile über Transvestiten aufzuräumen. Ein rasanter Thriller, der ganz nebenbei eine Menge über die heutige Türkei verrät.""Hop-Ciki-Yaya" war ein türkischer Schlager in den frühen Sechzigern. In Comedy Shows wurde es bald zum Synonym für feminine Schwule. Wenn einer ein bisschen tuntig war, sagte man: "Oh, er ist wirklich Hop-Ciki- Yaya!". Ab den Siebzigern wurde der Begriff kaum noch benutzt - also habe ich ihn wiederentdeckt."Mehmet Murat Somer