A shimmering evocation, by turns intimate and panoramic, of one of the world’s great cities, by its foremost writer. Orhan Pamuk was born in Istanbul and still lives in the family apartment building where his mother first held him in her arms. His portrait of his city is thus also a self-portrait, refracted by memory and the melancholy–or hüzün– that all Istanbullus share: the sadness that comes of living amid the ruins of a lost empire.With cinematic fluidity, Pamuk moves from his glamorous, unhappy parents to the gorgeous, decrepit mansions overlooking the Bosphorus; from the dawning of his self-consciousness to the writers and painters–both Turkish and foreign–who would shape his consciousness of his city. Like Joyce’s Dublin and Borges’ Buenos Aires, Pamuk’s Istanbul is a triumphant encounter of place and sensibility, beautifully written and immensely moving.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - tmph - LibraryThing
Oh, what a delight. One gets to spend time with Pamuk and with his city. Any interest whatsoever in the Byzantine Empire, the Ottoman Empire, or Istanbul today, then this is a must read. Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - LynnB - LibraryThing
Mr. Pamuk is far more interested in Istanbul, and in his own life, than I am. Yet the excellent writing held me and kept me turning the pages. It's sentimental mood appeal to me. He tells the story of ... Read full review
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CHAPTER FIVEI Black and hitc
CHAPTER SIXI Exploring the Bosphorus
CHAPTER SEVENI Mellings Bosphorus Landscapes
CHAPTER EIGHTI I_ Mother My Father
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CHAPTER THIRTEENI Thejoy and Monotony 10Ul
The Pleasures of Painting
CHAPTER NINETEENZ Conquest or Decline?
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