Friday, January 29, 2010

Orhan Pamuk

"Four years after I first left Istanbul, while traveling through the endless steppes, snow-covered mountains and melancholy cities of Persia, carrying letters and collecting taxes, I admitted to myself that I was slowly forgetting the face of the childhood love I'd left behind. With growing panic, I tried desperately to remember her, only to realize that despite love, a face long not seen finally fades."

Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red, 6.

Right now I am captivated by the works of Orhan Pamuk. Pamuk is a professor of literature at Columbia University and the only Turk to receive a Nobel Prize. Right now I am reading My Name is Red which is a murder mystery that takes place during the Ottoman Empire. Each chapter is written from a different perspective, often very unlikely ones at that. So far, it's been great. Once I finish this book I am moving on to his more recent work, Snow.


喝酒 said...
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Darren Jennings said...

In turkish?

laceylou said...

At first glance, I thought the title of this post was "Orphan Punk."

michael said...

Yes Darren. In the five days since I have seen you I have mastered the Turkish language and am now reading their most acclaimed literature.... COME ON!