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The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker

Elif Batuman Reads “Constructed Worlds”

The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker

The New Yorker

Arts, Authors, Fiction, Yorker, New, Newyorker

4.32.3K Ratings

🗓️ 17 January 2017

⏱️ 49 minutes

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Summary

"It was a mystery to me how Svetlana generated so many opinions. Any piece of information seemed to produce an opinion on contact. Meanwhile, I went from class to class, read hundreds—thousands—of pages of the distilled ideas of the great thinkers of human history, and nothing happened."

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0:00.0

This is the writer's voice, new fiction from The New Yorker.

0:09.3

I'm Deborah Treasman, fiction editor at The New Yorker.

0:13.2

On this episode of the writer's voice, we'll hear Elif Batuman read her story, Constructed Worlds,

0:18.6

from the January 23rd, 2017 issue of the magazine.

0:22.8

Batumann is the author of The Possessed Adventures with Russian Books and the People

0:26.7

Who Read Them.

0:28.6

Constructed Worlds is adapted from her forthcoming first novel, The Idiot, which will be

0:33.0

published in March.

0:34.9

Now here's Elif Batumann.

0:41.4

Thank you. in March. Now here's Elif Bateman. Constructed Worlds

0:42.6

I didn't know what email was until I got to college.

0:48.8

I had heard of email and knew that in some sense I would have it.

1:00.0

You'll be so fancy, said my mother's sister, who had married a computer scientist, sending your emails.

1:02.0

That summer, I heard email mention with increasing frequency.

1:07.0

Things are changing so fast, Célyn, my father said when I visited him that August.

1:12.6

Today at work I surfed the World Wide Web.

1:15.3

One second I was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

1:18.5

One second later, I was in Anitkabir.

1:21.7

Anitkabir, Ataturk's mausoleum, was located in Ankara, where my parents had gone to medical school. I had no idea

1:29.9

what my father was talking about, but he lived in New Orleans, and I knew there was no meaningful

1:34.6

sense in which he had been in Ankara that day, so I didn't really pay attention. On the first

1:41.4

day of school, I stood in line behind a folding table and eventually received an email address and a temporary password.

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