"Selim's first view of Europe was a vast, thick carpet of shit."
Some might call it literary suicide, but this is the devil-may-care opening line of a remarkable debut novel, The Registrar's Manual for Detecting Forced Marriages by Sophie Hardach.
The twin-stories are simple but very interestingly told with a steady pace. The narrator and our protagonist, an ex-anarchist from a small town in FRG escapes to cosmopolitan Paris. As she solves a real life wedding mystery as a town-hall official, she recounts the story of her progressive adolescence and her ever-deepening entanglement with a neighbouring Kurdish immigrant.
This book is written the first person and the third person, with frequent time travels, sprayed with much youthful angst and served with a generous portion of dry humour blended with with sharp opinions. Given the high quality of writing, it is perhaps made unnecessarily fool-proof, by a well-meaning editor I suspect, with a tad too many commas, and, chapter breaks.
The novel is above all about emotional growth and the coming of age. Given the story is set against the background of a reluctantly multicultural Europe, it is politically intriguing in many places. However the author is weary (for now!) about dealing with complex political currents more explicitly. Instead, we are shown a growth path from idealism to pragmatism and a generation with globalised lifestyle and yet not quite able to outrun our tribal past and that outmoded concept of "decency".