I’m curious. What kind of relationship did you have with the book when it first came out fifteen years ago?
You know, there are two ways of connecting with The Museum of Innocence. Or rather, with Kemal. Personally, I couldn’t put the book down. I was completely immersed in it, and I understood Kemal. I found a lot of myself in him, and in Füsun too. After finishing the book, I met up with the group of friends I had been reading it with, and we started talking about it. I remember being genuinely surprised. I thought, “Did I read a different book?” The other eight friends all felt differently. There was no shared opinion at all. Everyone had their own interpretation, and I remember that very clearly. Reading the novel again, fifteen years later, through this project, turned into a very interesting journey for me. Back then, it was a 32-year-old single person at the beginning of her life who was reading the book. Now, it is a 50-year-old woman.
There’s the moment when you first read the book, and then there’s now. Let me ask about both. What feeling did it leave you with? What stayed with you?
They’re actually quite different. The first time I read it, I remember approaching the story more through Füsun. Back then, it lingered in my mind almost as a book about her. When I reread it fifteen years later, I realized that Füsun almost disappears, and that it is, in fact, Kemal’s book. I suppose the first time around, I empathized with Füsun and filled in a lot of gaps in my own mind. I also approached Kemal through Füsun back then. So I remember reading it with this feeling about Füsun: “Oh no, how instinctive and brave this girl is. Despite all social conditioning, she throws herself into love with no expectations. She offers something so profound, and yet she is never truly seen.”
But fifteen years later, working on the screenplay and telling Kemal’s story from such a grounded place, portraying love without romanticizing it, showing it as something that carries beauty but also has the power to reveal our darker sides, affected me deeply. At the same time, I noticed something I hadn’t picked up on before. When it comes to love, we tend to center ourselves a lot, our choices, our partners. Yet The Museum of Innocence also speaks about forces larger than you, about coincidences. The Jenny Colon handbag is a beautiful example of this. The book is full of chance encounters, moments that feel like the universe’s timing. That brought me a sense of relief. Not everything has to be loaded with meaning. Sometimes it’s coincidences, the places they carry you to. Sometimes moments, randomness, and chance can shape your greater destiny. That’s something I saw more clearly in my second reading, and I wanted to include that too.
And you’ve carried that into the series as well. At one point, Kemal says, “We slept together, that’s all.” It sounds simple.
Yes. He is asking, Can it really be that simple? There’s also a line from his mother, which I love. She says to Kemal, “Can there be love in a country where men and women cannot even speak to one another?” I think both lines say something very powerful, not only about love in general, but also about how love is perceived in our society. And yet, even when you reduce it to something that simple, it remains a novel of extraordinary depth, one that leaves all of us with so many unanswered questions.








