Black Book
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Instead, his writing seems overly verbose and his ideas, pseudo-significant. You get the feeling that Pamuk is a graphomaniac—he seems much more interested in writing itself than in writing about anything.
This is a common disease amongst contemporary writers—all smart, no heart. Auster, but the ending is almost as unsatisfying.
For instance, I never cared about any of the characters. The sentences just start avalanching you with useless detail.
Pamuk, or at least Pamuk in English, has no sense of humor whatsoever. Again, I liked the beginning of the book a lot!
It had a great set up and you really thought he was going to take you somewhere special the car ran out of gas. The conceit of chapters that alternated between the plot that the characters are living and the columns that the characters within the plot are reading was novel and refreshing; the stories within these columns were some of the best parts of the book.
Yet this wasn't enough. To sum up: this book is not the reason he won the Nobel Prize. Or at least, I hope not! Who you really are?
On the surface, this seems like a question already posed elsewhere with such banality and tedium that some would be happy to declare that they dont care about the question, let alone a possible answer.
However, you cant help but to think about your identity while riding the roller-coaster that Pamuk manages to pull-off in The Black Book.
Like all great minds, Pamuk knows very well that attempting to answer such a question is quite complicated, though he is committed to taking Who you really are?
Like all great minds, Pamuk knows very well that attempting to answer such a question is quite complicated, though he is committed to taking it seriously.
He gives glimpses of different possible routes to tackle the question, including the compassionate view for someone as lonely as himself that it is impossible to live - as an individual or as a nation - in a meaningful way without trying to become somebody else.
My grandparents and their families hail from Diyarbakir in present day Turkey. In , they fled their homes and found themselves in Syria due to massive deportation and massacres known collectively as The Armenian Genocide.
I was born in Aleppo and hence had a sort of double connection to this book. First, my Armenian background with its extensive affinities and similarities to Turkish culture that goes both ways despite what the two archenemies will want you think.
And second, through my childhood that was spent in Aleppo, a city that is to a great extent similar to Istanbul, in that though it has mainly an Islamic heritage, was and is home to people from different faiths and world-views.
With its mosques, churches, narrow streets and bustling daily life, I was really thinking the book was talking a great deal about myself and where I come from.
To return to the original question, the novel is constructed loosely as a detective fiction in which Galip, a middle aged lawyer, sets out in a journey to the streets and veins of Istanbul to find his detective-novel-loving wife, Ruya, who is also his cousin an arrangement with a long history in Turkish and Islamic societies.
One night, Ruya leaves unexpectedly with a small note that doesn't mention where or why she is leaving. His is a personal journey as well that explores himself as an author by asking himself why, at all, he is writing?
Having similar first names, Celal the columnist with his very fluid personality and Jalal el-Din Al Rumi who is buried in Konya enrich the pages of the novel that really unfolds like a great symphony.
I will undoubtedly read this book more than twice. Memory is a garden The rain in his dream was the deepest blue Nothing can ever be as shocking as life Except writing I remember, I remember so as not to forget!
These are the immortal tales Ive always longed to tell Rüya seemed haunted by the joys and pleasures that had slipped beyond her grasp Galip still felt the terrible eye gazing down at him Sighs rising and trembling through the timeless air The life we live is someone elses dream There were young people who at certain times in their lives fell in Memory is a garden The rain in his dream was the deepest blue Nothing can ever be as shocking as life — Except writing I remember, I remember so as not to forget!
You loved me with all your heart. This is the crux, the heart of the deception The stories seem to write themselves.
They flow by their own logic For the pages that follow — the black pages — are the memoirs of a sleepwalker Tears.
The noises of a strange house Because nothing is as surprising as life — Except for writing Except for writing, the only consolation This booked just squeezed five stars for me.
It is not perfect, but it is an interesting and well written book. What is it about? Well there is a superficial story and you can read it just for that story - the mystery Galip tries to unravel when he wants to find where his missing wife and older cousin have gone.
It does intrigue and at times is a page turner, but it is too odd at times to really read for that story alone. Below this it seems to me to be about many things - about writing and This booked just squeezed five stars for me.
Below this it seems to me to be about many things - about writing and being a writer, about love and family, about Turkey balancing between being an Eastern and a Western country, it is about memory and it is about personality - who we really are.
I am sure you can find more things to review in this. It is not an easy read to begin with. It is worth reading the translators note to understand the complexity of translating from Turkish into English, so no "literal" translation is going to work.
It will always need interpretation. The translator has done a great job as you are never overly conscious you are reading a translation. But Turkish is complex and this means the first 50 pages will probably dissuade many people from going further.
I found once I'd got passed these I got into the style of the book and it became a fairly straight forward read - even if like a book by an esoteric sect, you can find layers of meaning here.
While reading Orhan Pamuk's breakthrough novel, it is easy to feel as lost as the central character, a lawyer who discovers that the central mystery is not the whereabouts in enigmatic Istanbul of his missing wife, but rather that of identity itself.
His identity, that of a newspaper columnist given to revolutionary tales and historical asides, that of a mysterious caller, and in fact, of Istanbul itself and its relation to the culture and identity of the West are all called into question.
The While reading Orhan Pamuk's breakthrough novel, it is easy to feel as lost as the central character, a lawyer who discovers that the central mystery is not the whereabouts in enigmatic Istanbul of his missing wife, but rather that of identity itself.
The writing is not dense, in fact, the translation is in turns poetically sinuous and rigidly straightforward. Every other chapter replicates a newspaper column written by a friend of Galip's, and the brother of his wife, who becomes integral to the question of identity in the story.
These columns cover a wide array of subject matter, from historical local legends of gangsters and their exploits to deeply introspective examinations of the mystery of life itself.
These column chapters help break up the tedium of the first half of the central narrative, which plods on ponderously after Galip in search of his wife.
It is only in the second half that I looked eagerly forward to the narrative chapters, wishing the column chapters would end sooner.
I picked up this book at a library book sale - in part for the picture of the Hagia Sophia on the cover, the blurbs "tantalizing," "splendid," "delicious" , and the promise of the exotic in Istanbul.
The copy I purchased was published before Pamuk won the Nobel Prize. This is an intricate and beautifully written book.
Like that story it is a reflection on writing and identity, but set in Istanbul with I picked up this book at a library book sale - in part for the picture of the Hagia Sophia on the cover, the blurbs "tantalizing," "splendid," "delicious" , and the promise of the exotic in Istanbul.
Like that story it is a reflection on writing and identity, but set in Istanbul with hints of Rumi, Sufi mysteries, and the Arabian Nights as well as many more mundane details.
Galip is searching for his missing wife, but also for himself, and seems to think he will find each with his wife's half-brother, a famous newspaper columnist.
The journalist's articles form alternate chapters and dig into Istanbul, its history and stories, and the nature of identity in a Turkey inundated with Western images.
At times funny, annoying, and heart breakingly sad, the chapters of this book took considerable time and attention to read it required I be alert, not bedtime reading this.
But its imagery, stories, and maybe its ideas, will be with me for awhile. Painfully beautiful, intriguing and an absorbing, labyrinthine story.
Will read it once again before I can make any smart comment about this book which offers many pleasures. One story inside the story is about a Prince who had discovered that the most important question in life was whether or not one could be oneself.
This idea is in another level reflected in the protagonist's search for his vanishing wife which is the main plot of the novel. Sometimes I feel like reading a detective story, Painfully beautiful, intriguing and an absorbing, labyrinthine story.
Sometimes I feel like reading a detective story, another time like reading a philosophical novel like the existentialistic Sartre's Nausea, another time like learning about writing by reading a biography of a columnist, and most of the time like watching a documentary about the street corners in Istanbul.
I sheepishly admit that I start to feel like visiting Istanbul. One day I read this book, and my life fell lopsided. An Istanbul lawyer's wife disappears.
A related columnist also disappears. The lawyer looks for them. That's about it. But the search and the thinking is the thing. Pamuk's style blends Proust with Borges.
If you find that intriguing, read the book. Pamuk manages to combine intimate details of life in the modern city of Istanbul with tales of Sufi masters, long ago executioners, Ottoman pashas, and underground fantasies with a great deal of soul-searching on the nature of human identity.
Dreams, intertwining identities, the connection between writing and life, even cryptograms. This is fascinating stuff. Though sometimes the book lags, it always picks up again with another strange twist.
Pamuk is certainly one of the most interesting writers working today. View all 6 comments. What can I say? I loved it at the beginning, but then it became so repetitive, so illogical Historisch ist das zwar bis hin zum Ende, in dem sich ein Soldat als Napoleon Bonaparte zu erkennen gibt und damit schon die Zukunft Frankreichs angedeutet wird, alles andere als sorgfältig recherchiert und korrekt, besticht aber als dichter Thriller in historischem Gewand.
An Extras gibt es abgesehen von einer Bildergalerie zwar nur ein Booklet von Thomas Willmann, doch dieses möchte man aufgrund der fundierten Informationen, die hier geboten werden, nicht missen.
Die Lehrerin verwahrt sich dagegen. Ronnie fragt sie, ob sie nicht Ellis de Vries sei. Da erkennt auch Rachel ihre damalige Kollegin wieder.
Die Gruppe fährt weiter. Rachel Rosenthal-Stein bleibt nachdenklich zurück. Im Vorspann wird behauptet, es handele sich um eine authentische Geschichte.
Damit sind wohl nicht die Einzelheiten gemeint. Wahr ist, dass einige SS -Offiziere Gräueltaten verhindern wollten, dass es unter den Mitgliedern der Widerstandsgruppen Kollaborateure gab und dass sich Personen auf beiden Seiten an jüdischem Besitz bereicherten.
Hier handeln auch Widerstandskämpfer unmoralisch, und die naive, lebenslustige Ronnie repräsentiert die opportunistischen Mitläufer der Nationalsozialisten.
Bush praktizierten Water Boarding ähnelt. Und durch eine kurze Szene am Ende werden wir an den Nahost-Konflikt erinnert.
Der sadistische, sexistische und zugleich musisch begabte SS-Offizier ist ein Klischee. Es hätte nur noch gefehlt, dass er kleine Kinder liebt.
Unglaubwürdig sind allerdings einige Entwicklungen in der Geschichte. Abgesehen von ein paar Unstimmigkeiten haben sich Paul Verhoeven und Gerard Soeteman eine komplexe, dramatische Geschichte ausgedacht.
Die erzählen sie schnörkellos und so spannend, dass während der fast zweieinhalb Stunden keine Langeweile aufkommt.
Der packende Film — eine gelungene Mischung aus Politthriller und Nazi-Drama — beginnt und endet , also mit einer Rahmenhandlung.
Die eigentliche Geschichte wird chronologisch entwickelt. Über mich. Bei mir hat es geklappt. War das grüne Buch bereits eine hervorragende Informa-tionsquelle zum Thema anabole Steroide so ist Das Schwarze Buchein absolutes Spitzenwerk, das es so in Und ist das Buch empfehlenswert?







Ist Einverstanden, die nГјtzliche Phrase
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