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10-21-2010, 12:38 PM
While traveling in Turkey recently, I read “The Black Book” and “Snow” by Orhan Pamuk. Pamuk is the Turkish writer who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 2006. Based on the evidence of these two novels, the Prize was well deserved.
“The Black Book” is a mystery novel. Galip, an Istanbul Lawyer, is searching for his wife, who has disappeared, and may or may not be with Celal, her step brother and a famous columnist who has also disappeared. Galip’s search takes him through the back streets of Istanbul, and through the dream-like recesses of his memories. Each chapter about Galip’s search is followed by a reproduction of one of Celal’s newspaper columns. I only wish that we had columnists like Celal writing for modern, American papers.
The book explores the theme of identity. Celal points out the The Arabian Nights is filled with stories of Princes pretending to be commoners and commoners posing as princes. As the novel develops, it is both a mystery novel (Celal wrote word puzzles for the newspapers before he became a columnist) and a critique of mystery novels. Galip is searching for his wife, Ruya, whose name translates as “dream”, and is also searching for his own identity.
“Snow” is set in Kars, a city in far northeastern Turkey, by the Armenian and Georgian borders. A poet, who has been living in Germany, travels to Kars to write about girls who have committed suicide because they are forced to abandon their head scarves in order to attend school. The poet also hopes to romance the recently divorced Ipek, whom he knew in the past. Political and religious factions vie for control in Kars, and vie for the hearts and souls of its people.
Both novels are excellent – and, better yet, Pamuk has written more than a dozen other books.
“The Black Book” is a mystery novel. Galip, an Istanbul Lawyer, is searching for his wife, who has disappeared, and may or may not be with Celal, her step brother and a famous columnist who has also disappeared. Galip’s search takes him through the back streets of Istanbul, and through the dream-like recesses of his memories. Each chapter about Galip’s search is followed by a reproduction of one of Celal’s newspaper columns. I only wish that we had columnists like Celal writing for modern, American papers.
The book explores the theme of identity. Celal points out the The Arabian Nights is filled with stories of Princes pretending to be commoners and commoners posing as princes. As the novel develops, it is both a mystery novel (Celal wrote word puzzles for the newspapers before he became a columnist) and a critique of mystery novels. Galip is searching for his wife, Ruya, whose name translates as “dream”, and is also searching for his own identity.
“Snow” is set in Kars, a city in far northeastern Turkey, by the Armenian and Georgian borders. A poet, who has been living in Germany, travels to Kars to write about girls who have committed suicide because they are forced to abandon their head scarves in order to attend school. The poet also hopes to romance the recently divorced Ipek, whom he knew in the past. Political and religious factions vie for control in Kars, and vie for the hearts and souls of its people.
Both novels are excellent – and, better yet, Pamuk has written more than a dozen other books.