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  • Hardcover
  • 400 pages
  • Kara Kitap
  • Orhan Pamuk
  • English
  • 05 March 2016
  • 9780374113940

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  1. Jim Fonseca Jim Fonseca says:

    One of Pamuk’s first novels First a sample of some of the wonderful writing from the very first page“Ruya was lying facedown on the bed lost to the sweet warm darkness beneath the billowing folds of the blue checked uilt The first sounds of a winter morning seeped in from outside the rumble of a passing car the clatter of an old bus the rattle of copper kettles that the salep maker shared with the pastry cook the whistle of the parking attendant at the dolmus stop A cold leaden light filtered through the dark blue curtains Languid with sleep Galip gazed at his wife’s head Ruya’s chin was nestling in the down pillow The wondrous sights playing in her mind gave her an unearthly glow that pulled him toward her even as it suffused him with fear Memory Celal had once written in a column is a garden Ruya’s gardens Ruya’s gardens Galip thought Don’t think don’t think it will make you jealous But as he gazed at his wife’s forehead he still let himself think”The story There’s not a lot of plot Galip is a lawyer in Istanbul His wife Ruya has disappeared leaving him a brief note He hides her leaving from his family Did she go back to her first husband whom she was married to for just a few years? Or could she have run off with his uncle Celal a nationally famous newspaper columnist? Celal too has disappeared Very little of the book is about the actual search; instead it’s the mental process Galip goes through of trying to figure out where she is often using mystical clues he finds in Celal’s old columns While searching for his wife her ex and the columnist Galip starts assuming the columnist’s identity writing his columns wearing his clothes living in his secret apartment he has enemies from the ideas he has expressed imitating his voice when he answers his phone calls One persistent called threatens his life Instead of a lot of plot we get essays about life in Turkey and Turkish culture from numerous columns written by Celal and from conversations such as when a group of reporters sit around the table and tell stories There ae many themes in the book but I think first it is a love story Galip grew up with Ruya they are cousins and he has loved her since he was a child Another theme is identity and people trying to “be themselves” There’s an extended story about a legendary Turkish prince who was so obsessed with trying to be himself that he would destroy books that had brought the ideas of others into his head There is some talk about Doubles “where people were at once themselves and their own imitations” Many people in the story want to be someone else Galip want to be Celal Celal wants to be Rumi a famous Persian poet Galip runs into an old girlfriend from school days and finds out she is still in love with him and fantasizes that she is Ruya A brothel that Galip visits specializes in women who look act and speak like American movies stars There are a lot of references to American films and movie stars from the era of Edgar G Robinson Clark Gable Ava Gardner Elizabeth Taylor In Turkey’s wave of Westernization even mannikins had to look European not Turkish The columnist writes about how Western films even changed Turkish gesturesOf course all this about ‘be yourself” is related to Turkish identity Turkey being a country that deliberately tried to Westernize starting in the late 1880’s through Mustafa Kemal Atatürk in the 1920’s Among the mystical clues Galip uses another theme is about reading letters in peoples’ faces tied in with the ancient Hurufism sect Kind of like astrology And maps Maps of the city and mystical codes inscribed by someone’s journey or by tracing an ant crawling over a map on a page And faces you discern by superimposing maps over each other such as maps of Istanbul Cairo and Damascus And what are the odds of this a novel I reviewed two weeks ago The Tango Singer by Tomas Eloy Martinez also talked about the main character looking for secret clues on a map of where a singer spontaneously performed in Buenos AiresAnd it’s almost always snowing Is that a theme? Perhaps Pamuk got the idea of writing his novel Snow after writing this book It's also a love story to the city of Istanbul it's beauty as well as its seedinessI really enjoyed this book and the depth of thought on a wide variety of topics Pamuk won the Nobel Prize in 2006 It’s a long book The edition I read had a tiny font and hardly any margins and went for almost 500 pages; other editions in English are 700 or even 800 pages long so it is an extensive read that can be a bit trying in places but generally I never felt it was getting repetitive or losing focus I give it a 5 and I’m adding it to my favoritesPhotos of Istanbul top from cloudfrontnet; middle from wendyperrincom; bottom from gettyimagescom Photo of the author from ihurimgcom

  2. Henry Avila Henry Avila says:

    The big issue from Orhan Pamuk 's a Nobel Prize winning writer novel is identitywho are we ? The setting Istanbul Turkey the largest city in the nation straddling the bright blue waters of the narrow and rather shallow but still even today uite crucial Bosphorus Strait on both the continents ofAsia and Europe This is the ultimate problem for its divided people do we become westernized or remain with traditional old customs They go see ancient Hollywood films some 20 years old at the movie theaters no television then enad by the stars copy what is shown clothes manners language everything the values from the past are no Galip Bey mid thirty is an uninspired lawyer not happy in the occupation in his native fast growing town married to the beauty Ruya a woman of the same age he has known since childhood Intelligent with a propensity for reading detective books one after another not interested in work lately him too His famous older cousin by than twenty years Celal Bey a newspaper writer with a column that all the city reads in fact the whole nation and beyond the borders he is the most read in the Middle EastNo surprise that Galip is a big admirer of his relative's sophisticated writing has many enemies though dabbles in dangerous politics he is also Ruya's half brother Turmoil consumes the people's daily lives there political violence and killings in the streets many urge a military coup to cleanse the atmosphere bring unity and calm back circa 1960 Mysteriously Ruya leaves him later Celal cannot be found either have they run off together? Then begins the long search by the husband to discover where they are hiding A Heart of Darkness voyage on land as he walks through ominously deserted streets lights fade in sunless places shadows fall on filthy evil smelling slums observing apartments that are ready to collapse citizens struggling to survive the ever expanding choatic megalopolis its rapidly changing environment the poor begging and stealing death lurks by but nobody cares Galip has a feeling a strange disturbing belief he is not alone someone is following an evil eye yet the threat is dismissed must go on what occurs good or bad will happen the dispirited man has to know the truth He continues the seemingly fruitless odysseyA strange trip into Turkish history and the crisis in that magnificent country what is its destiny? A book that both entertains and causes boredom to the reader if a person wants to find the real Turkey this is the book but be patient the story will delight and frustrate the plot is not really important the philosophy is The author's love hate relationship with a city he was born in is apparent

  3. Matt Matt says:

    this is a rare example of a reread for me I don't reread books very often not because I don't want to blahblahblah My experience of reading this one was a good example of a certain kind of reader's disease The kind where even though you are trying to focus your attention on the story the language etc your eyes start to water and you kind of glaze over in your mind turning pages and sort of dimly registering the story It's not readingper se but it's not skimming either It's not bullshitting your way through the book it's that when you read a lot your brain or at least mine kind of gets blurry when the story or the language doesn't exactly burst out at you I think it also makes a difference when the writer's particular style doesn't mesh well with your own individual brain chemistry His way of seeing is somewhat at odds with yours It's not a philosophical difference so much as its aboutinstincts of perception if you will The pacing of the story the level of and type of detail the way he describes a room or how much of it the length and construction of sentencesall that kind of stuff I don't think it's pretentious or posuer ish to continue reading even if the writer's style means you're going to miss most of what's happening Sometimes you can uncover a jewel even in the midst of confusion or mistakes And besides some people just have to finish a book once they start it I'm one of them Also consider the fact that many of the places where the modern reader reads are not particularly conducive to the intimate erotic spiritual practice of reading a book Consider just for starters the din of airports buses commuter rails subways bars restaurants living rooms with the tv on so on and so forth There is usually a trickle of white noise coming in from at least one direction there has got to be some of the magic drained out of the experience I would venture that long prolonged investments in concentration could be harder to come by now than ever More comprehension gets shaved off while ironically the abundance and availability of material is richer than ever And then there's the next hundred and seventy nine pages to go SoI kind of shortchanged the book a little bit I think it's excusable to sort of pass something like this off as long as you did make a decent effort Hell not everything can be easy to understand right? This is leisure reading after all I was not told there would be any math on this exam I will not put my pencil down Anyway apropos of nothing I picked this up again recently and it's a whole new experience The scales have fallen from my eyes There are still some stumbling blocks here and there Pamuk is a writer for whom I have great respect and I absolutely loved The New Life but all in all the tale is beginning to fill in for me and I'm really participating in it in a way I hadn't before It's funny since so much of this very provocative philosophically savvy eerily clean novel has to do with preoccupations of identity I deliberately phrased it like this because there's very strong self reflexive aspect to the proceedings The main character is trying to relocate his vanished wife through the medium of the collected newspaper columns of his cousin her former husband who has also vanished who has written a great deal about the identity of Turkey in the post modern world not to mention his own consciousness and psychic disorientation and so obviously there's a deeply meta narrative project in place You can imagine how sticky and obfuscating this kind of thing gets when for whatever reason the co ordinates of your consciousness aren't really aligned with the text it's a delicate balancing act anyway so when the author is stepping into some very seductive Borgesian metaphysical landscapes Now I that about three years later I can dip back into it with pleasure and profit I am pleased to say that The Black Book at maybe about 65% done at least is a very very worthwhile tome It has the narrative of a noir meditative crisp somewhat chilly and slightly spare It has the political significance of Pamuk's status as a player on the Turkish literary scene if you're actually reading this you should really acuaint yourself with his works and days and especially when you consider the story's being set in 1980 the significance of this is explained rather neatly in Maureen Freeley's translator's afterward a little too neatly if you ask me And philosophically it is very beautifully investigated well prosed and that's difficult to do well Philosophy is an incredible thing Sometimes its relationship to literature can be a bit awkward and bumbling Sometimes it adds a moral and existential resonance to a story which is intriguing and enticing on its own merits Pamuk handles this beautifully There's uite a few uotable gems here Many of them go on at length necessarily Here are a few of the shorter onesHe felt happy on the verge of a revelation the secret of life the meaning of the world shimmering just beyond his grasp but when he tried to put this secret into words all he could see was the face of the woman who was sitting in the corner watching himHe surveyed the dome the columns the great stone structures above his head longing to be moved but feeling stuck There was the vaguest of premonitionsbut this great edifice was as impenetrable as stone itself It did not welcome a man in nor did it transport him to a better place But if nothing signified nothing than anything could signify anything For a moment he thought he saw the flash of blue light and then he heard the flutter of what sounded like the wings of a pigeon but then he returned to his old stagnant silence waiting for the illumination that never cameFor what is reading but the animating of a writer's words on the silent film strip in our minds?There's some phenomenal set pieces too Paumk's Istanbul is there in its 'there ness' but it still has a universal uality albeit a somewhat dour crystalline noir ish ambienceIt got three stars for a muddled uncomprehending first read which was decidedly my fault and now it's getting four stars for coming off the bench and working nicely

  4. Inderjit Sanghera Inderjit Sanghera says:

    A post modern masterpiece in the vein of the best of Calvino or Borges ‘The Black Book’ is the novel in which Pamuk was able to force his literary star and create a work of art luminosity blazed forth and heralded a new star of Turkish literature; Kemal had poetry but Pamuk has something even important originalityThe dominant themes in the novel are ones which often recur in Pamuk’s novels; identity Westernisation and Istanbul combined with a sense of playfulness and erudition Let’s start with Istanbul Few other novelists have imbued the cities in which the stories are set with such importance; in ‘The Black Book’ Pamuk paints Istanbul is a dull dolorous monochrome a city of constant snowfalls of darkness and deceit a city in which a web of conspiracies and conflagrations This stands in stark contrast to the bright incandescence with which Istanbul is normally depicted but is important it establishing the mental state of the narrator Galip Galip labours through a series of identity crises throughout the novel; he spends most his time searching for his cousin the newspaper journalist Celal who feels may or may not have run away with his wife Rüya Pamuk references Proust specifically Marcel’s obsession with Albertine on several occasions throughout the novel and Galip’s search for Rüya his fixation with her perceived unfaithfulness and the unreliable depiction of her character all parody Marcel’s search for Albertine following her death Another source of parody for Pamuk is the genre of detective fiction as the narrator states“Galip had once told Rüya that the only detective book he’d ever want to read would be the one in which not even the author knew the murderer’s identity Instead of decorating the story with clues and red herrings the author would be forced to come to grips with his characters and his subject and his characters would have a chance to become people in a book instead of just figments of their author’s imagination”Clues constantly serve as red herrings and inconseuential events or people suddenly become vitally important or not important at all instead the conventions of detective fiction; the femme fatale and the cuckolded husband are turned on their heads the reader is unsure as to whether it is Galip searching for Celal or Celal searching for Galip or how much of the novel is a figment of Galip’s imagination or to the point how aware Galip is that he is just a figment of another’s imagination the author who makes a late appearance or does he? in the novel Is it the realisation of this which is at the core of Galip’s struggle with his identity or is it the gradual coalescene of Galip with Celal until Galip begins writing Celal’s stories and have conversations with malevolent mad men as Celal? This uncertainty creates a sense of unreliability throughout the narration as reality and fantasy merge to become virtually indistinguishable in fact given that the whole thing is a work of fiction is what is real even relevant?Pamuk further explores post modern concepts and techniues via Celal’s newspaper articles which are interspersed throughout the novel At times it feels like the articles are long drawn at clues which will allow Galip to find Celal however this may be a product of Galip’s warped mindset and self obsession the articles themselves are the high points of the novel Celal rails against plagiarism yet many of his articles are plagiarised from other novels for example the pastiche of the ‘Grand Inuisitor’ chapter from ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ He is critical of imperialism yet his articles perpetuate negative Western attitudes to the orient like the narrator Galip Celal’s articles are unreliable and duplicitous yet are off set with a lyrical verve which draws the reader in as they are gradually ensconced within the wonderful web of deceit and uncertainty which Pamuk weaves across the novel

  5. John John says:

    I hope that Orhan Pamuk really enjoyed writing The Black Book because I definitely did not enjoy reading it It is ostensibly the story of Celal a columnist for a major Turkish daily who has disappeared or ran away told through the eyes of the his friend and brother in law Galip When Galip’s pulp detective novel loving wife Celal’s sister disappears as well Galip turns into something of a detective himself and the plot thickens And then it slows to a tedious crawlWhatever the story is here it becomes something of an afterthought taking a back seat to page after page of postmodern uasi philosophical musings on the nature of identity The plot pulls its head up out of the ground from time to time introducing a few new twists and intrigues which were they part of a tighter focused novel may actually have been interesting perhaps even thrilling But as it was they just ended up getting lost in the larger symphony of postmodern tangents whose meaning or purpose in this novel I almost certainly did not fully understand Man this was a tough slog of a readWith all that being said though now that some time has elapsed since I read it last year I can look back with the sugar coated spectacles of hindsight and identify some things about it that I eventually came to appreciate such as the portraits of some of the uirky minor characters and the overall structure of the novel which is punctuated with the columns of the missing columnist columns which are eventually ghost written by Galip who takes up the pen when he realizes Celal will not return I also enjoyed some of the descriptive atmospheric passages about Istanbul where Pamuk sort of poetically depicts the various neighborhoods his protagnist travels through from the seedy and worn to the posh and comfortable There are also some pretty memorable passages from Celal’s columns including a little fantasia about what lies at the bottom of the Bosporus a passage that ended up being one of the most memorable of the entire novelI read this book during a trip to Turkey yes I was one of those people which included a few days in Istanbul and something about being in the place where a novel is set does add something meaningful to the experience even if it is an excruciating one at the time

  6. Adam Adam says:

    A man’s search for his wife and her journalist ex husband becomes intertwined with the latter’s bizarre articlescolumns turning this book into a bewildering hall of mirrors of Dostoevsky styled feverish monologues storytelling sessions like a Dinesen or Potocki tale and Borgesian labyrinths of history and literature and fake detective tale Each chapter is its own unit; a short story mock essay or monologue This book is exasperating annoying thrilling and provocative at different points and the landscape of Pamuk’s Istanbul is world of threatening phone calls gangsters wise journalists eschatological hints melancholy shadowy doubles and disguises an underground chamber of manneuins crows and flickering identity; a gothic and alluring epic labyrinth or inferno

  7. Jibran Jibran says:

    Read many years ago this is one of the top three books by Pamuk which I love the most The other two being My Name Is Red and Snow obvious choicesNo one makes old and modern Turkey come alive on page like PamukA re read is on the horizon

  8. Whitaker Whitaker says:

    Available from KOBOBOOKSThe book in a nutshell traces the protagonist’s search for his wife and subseuently also his cousin There is indeed a vague plot resembling a detective novel here but that is hardly the point of the novel The real point of the novel is Turkey as Galip’s search for Ruya takes him around Istanbul meeting various people who he thinks might help him find her and via this process the novel morphs into an examination of identity both individual and national On one level Pamuk reflects on the Turkish dilemma of being caught between Asia and Europe of how to be both modernsecular without becoming purely a poor copy of the West On another level Pamuk reflects on what it means to be oneself delving into Ottoman culture and sufi beliefs to mull on this uestion You will note that I have avoided stating that Pamuk answers these uestions or proffers any solutions to them The novel often appears to approach an answer only for readers to find that answer taken away from them In her Afterword to this edition of the novel its translator Maureen Freely states “The poet Murat Nemet Nejat has described Turkish as a language that can evoke a thought unfolding” This seems to describe Pamuk’s approach here as well the novel is or becomes an exploration of Galip’s and Pamuk’s evolution of thought towards an ever receding conclusion brought only to an artificial end by the end of the book The other aspect of the novel that so enchanted and struck me was its references to Turkish history and literature Pamuk discusses this in an interview with the Paris Review“I went with my wife to the United States in 1985 and there I first encountered the prominence and the immense richness of American culture As a Turk coming from the Middle East trying to establish himself as an author I felt intimidated So I regressed went back to my ‘roots’ I realized that my generation had to invent a modern national literature I had to begin by making a strong distinction between the religious and literary connotations of Islamic literature so that I could easily appropriate its wealth of games gimmicks and parables Turkey had a sophisticated tradition of highly refined ornamental literature There are lots of allegories that repeat themselves in the various oral storytelling traditions—of China India Persia I decided to use them and set them in contemporary Istanbul So I set all these rewritten stories in Istanbul added a detective plot and out came The Black Book But at its source was the full strength of American culture”It is this state of interstitiality of in betweeness that I find most compelling and interesting about this work the drawing from the richness of the well of Turkish culture without being slavish to tradition nor betraying it all the while trying to interpret it in a way that speaks authentically to the contemporary state so embedded in a culturetechnology that is inherently Anglo SaxonAmerican

  9. Deea Deea says:

    To what degree can we be ourselves? “To be or not to be oneself” considers Pamuk is life’s ultimate uestion A roller coaster which is alike in many aspects with a detective novel this story is suffused with possible answers to the uestion above and explorations of how only by telling stories a man can really be himself Through hypotheses developed in stories with a prince embarking on uests of finding his real self in order to be able to guide his people if he would come next in line to the throne with an executioner who feels remorse after beheading a certain individual who expresses regret for his life differently than others with an eye which can follow you anywhere you go with stories about Rumi and Shams of Tabriz and inherently about Sufis with stories about people who can read letters on faces Pamuk immerses the reader in a metaphysical ride touching with great charm aspects like history mysticism differences between East and West family relations and loveAlthough I discovered touches of brilliancy in this book and ideas that kept me pondering I constantly had the feeling that I was missing out on things that some meanings were eluding me because of the translation or maybe because of the fact that I am not so familiar with Turkish culture Some things didn’t add up some loose ends kept me wondering if I should give this story 5 stars or 4 or 3 There were paragraphs which really resonated with me and I felt elated while reading them paragraphs which made me think that I would definitely rate this book 5 stars and paragraphs which annoyed me because I could not see their sense However maybe this is Pamuk’s way of introducing his readers to a Turkish atmosphere throughout the book a blend of historical and cultural influences either different because of the spatial component influences from Western cultures which people adopt from movies Western writers singers and tourists or because of the temporal component every aspect from Turkey’s history meant adopting a different influence depending on the countries they conuered or they only came in contact with Istanbul for instance is a blend of civilizations and its names over time can say many things about the idea I pointed above Byzantium Constantinople Asitane The Doorstep New Rome Stamboul etc The fragment below is in my opinion expressing in a condensed and elegant fashion what I wanted to point above “When he stepped onto Ataturk Bridge Galip had resolved to look only at faces Watching each face brighten at his gaze he could almost see uestion marks bubbling from their heads – the way they did in the Turkish versions of Spanish and Italian photo novels – but they vanished in the air without leaving a trace Gazing across the bridge at the skyline he thought he saw each and every one of their faces shimmering behind its dull gray veil but this too was an illusion It was perhaps possible to look into the faces of his fellow citizens and see in them the city’s long history – its misfortunes its lost magnificence its melancholy and pain – but these were not carefully arranged clues pointing to a secret world; they came from a shared defeat a shared history a shared shame As they churned across the gray blue waters of the Golden Horn they left a trail of ugly brown bubbles in their wake” I loved the story about Alladdin and his shop and I loved the fragment about Galip’s love for Ruya the two of them although they were married living together in the same outer reality had minds and imaginations which inhabited different realms I loved the ideas in this book but didn’t uite like the story I actually found it a bit absurd although I am sure that the idea Pamuk wanted to express prevailed and the story was only used as a means of revealing what he wanted I understood that Galip assumed Celal’s identity and that he embarked on a spiritual uest which helped him find himself rather than his missing wife or his uncle The ending seemed however far fetched and only able to dignify a soap opera Putting aside the spiritual journey at a factual level the pursuit Galip embarks upon throughout the novel is destined to find Celal rather than Ruya The way she ends up being found and her supposed actions during her absence are rather secondary next to Celal’s while Pamuk wants us to believe his hero is looking for her rather than Celal A flawed novel I would say but an enticing one Plus I cannot help but wonder weren’t these flaws there on purpose used by Pamuk for a certain effect? The fragment below would seem to say so “If every letter in every face had a hidden meaning and if each signified a concept it followed that every word composed of those letters must also carry a second hidden meaning The same could be said of sentences and paragraphs – in short all written text carried second hidden meanings But if one bore in mind that these meanings could be expressed in other sentences or other words one could through interpretation glean a third meaning from the second and a fourth from the third ad infinitum – so there were in fact an infinite numbers of possible interpretations to any given text It was like an unending maze of city streets with each street leading to another maps resembling human faces So a reader who set out to solve the mystery in his own way following his own logic was no different from a traveler who finds the mystery of a city slowly unfurling before him as he wanders through streets on that map The he discovers the the mystery spreads; the the mystery spreads the is revealed and the clearly he sees the mystery in the streets he himself has chosen the roads he’s walked down and the alleys he’s walked up; for the mystery resides in his own journey his own life”

  10. Edita Edita says:

    the dividing line between Being and Nothingness was sound because everything that passed from the spiritual to the material world had its own sound; even the ‘most silent’ objects made a distinct sound when knocked together The most advanced sounds were of course words; words were the magic building blocks of the exalted thing we called speech and they were made up of letters Those wishing to understanding the meaning of existence and the sanctity of life and see God’s manifestations here on earth only had to read the letters hidden in the face of men at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world were about dreams not real life dreams conjured up by wordsFor nothing can be so surprising as life Except for writing Except for writing Yes of course except for that only consolation writing

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Kara Kitap❮EPUB❯ ✻ Kara Kitap ✶ Author Orhan Pamuk – Buyprobolan50.co.uk The Black Book is a stunning tapestry of Middle Eastern and Islamic culture which confirms Orhan Pamuk’s reputation s a writer of international stature comparable to Borges and Calvino Galip is an I The Black Book is a stunning tapestry of Middle Eastern and Islamic culture which confirms Orhan Pamuk’s reputation s a writer of international stature comparable to Borges and Calvino Galip is an Istanbul lawyer and his wife Ruya has vanished Could she be hiding out with her half brother Jelal a newspaper columnist whose fame Galip envies And if so why isn’t anyone in Jelal’s flat As Galip plays the part of private investigator he assumes the identity of Jelal himself wearing his clothes answering his phone calls even faking his wry columns which he passes off as the work of the missing journalist But the amateur sleuth bungles his undercover operation and with dire conseuencesRichly atmospheric and Rabelaisian in scope.

About the Author: Orhan Pamuk

Orhan Pamuk was born in Istanbul in and grew up in a large family similar to those which he describes in his novels Cevdet Bey and His Sons and The Black Book in the wealthy westernised district of Nisantasi As he writes in his autobiographical book Istanbul from his childhood until the age of he devoted himself largely to painting and dreamed of becoming an artist After graduating fro.