From the acclaimed author of My Name Is Red (“a sumptuous thriller”–John Updike; “chockful of sublimity and sin”– New York Times Book Review ), comes a spellbinding tale of disparate yearnings–for love, art, power, and God–set in a remote Turkish town, where stirrings of political Islamism threaten to unravel the secular order.
Following years of lonely political exile in Western Europe, Ka, a middle-aged poet, returns to Istanbul to attend his mother’s funeral. Only partly recognizing this place of his cultured, middle-class youth, he is even more disoriented by news of strange events in the wider country: a wave of suicides among girls forbidden to wear their head scarves at school. An apparent thaw of his writer’s curiosity–a frozen sea these many years–leads him to Kars, a far-off town near the Russian border and the epicenter of the suicides.
No sooner has he arrived, however, than we discover that Ka’s motivations are not purely journalistic; for in Kars, once a province of Ottoman and then Russian glory, now a cultural gray-zone of poverty and paralysis, there is also Ipek, a radiant friend of Ka’s youth, lately divorced, whom he has never forgotten. As a snowstorm, the fiercest in memory, descends on the town and seals it off from the modern, westernized world that has always been Ka’s frame of reference, he finds himself drawn in unexpected directions: not only headlong toward the unknowable Ipek and the desperate hope for love–or at least a wife–that she embodies, but also into the maelstrom of a military coup staged to restrain the local Islamist radicals, and even toward God, whose existence Ka has never before allowed himself to contemplate. In this surreal confluence of emotion and spectacle, Ka begins to tap his dormant creative powers, producing poem after poem in untimely, irresistible bursts of inspiration. But not until the snows have melted and the political violence has run its bloody course will Ka discover the fate of his bid to seize a last chance for happiness.
Blending profound sympathy and mischievous wit, Snow illuminates the contradictions gripping the individual and collective heart in many parts of the Muslim world. But even more, by its narrative brilliance and comprehension of the needs and duties
奧爾罕·帕慕剋(Orhan Pamuk, 1952- ),當代歐洲最傑齣的小說傢之一,享譽國際的土耳其文學巨擘。齣生於伊斯坦布爾,曾在伊斯坦布爾科技技大學主修建築。2006年獲諾貝文學奬,作品已經被譯為40多種語言齣版。
这是我读过的第四本帕穆克作品,之前是两本小说:《我的名字叫红》和《白色城堡》和一本non-fiction:《伊斯坦布尔》。我很喜欢这本《雪》,以及《我的名字叫红》和《伊斯坦布尔》,因为它们很对我的胃口。在这些作品中,帕穆克构建的是一群宏大的叙事结构,人物众多,情节复杂...
評分译自2004年8月15日《纽约时报书评周刊》 本文作者为加拿大女作家玛格丽特·阿特伍德(《可以吃的女人》,《盲刺客》) 土耳其作家奥罕·帕慕克的第七本小说不仅是一次引人入胜的叙事表演,而且是我们这时代不可或缺的读物。 在土耳其,帕慕克等同于摇滚明星、精神导师、诊断专...
評分雪花的完美属性让人对生命产生敬畏,雪花藏着宇宙,完美的命运一般的对称。 连续不断的雪,将主人公KA推向一个漩涡,宗教的漩涡,政治的漩涡,爱情的漩涡,过去未来在这里交汇,一个迷惑引发了更大的迷惑, KA失去了动力,被推动,而非推动。 雪花的中央,就是命...
評分雪花的完美属性让人对生命产生敬畏,雪花藏着宇宙,完美的命运一般的对称。 连续不断的雪,将主人公KA推向一个漩涡,宗教的漩涡,政治的漩涡,爱情的漩涡,过去未来在这里交汇,一个迷惑引发了更大的迷惑, KA失去了动力,被推动,而非推动。 雪花的中央,就是命...
評分上海人民新出的《伊斯坦布尔》和《雪》最后介绍了作者奥尔罕.帕慕克的全部作品,后面日期应该是出版日期,最后一页《黑书》等几本后的“2006”应该是“2007”才对!
也許隻是粗讀一遍,無法完全體會書中的憂傷。雪,下著的,正融化的,街上的,樹下的,窗外凝固的,一次次不厭其煩地被作者寫進迴憶裏。充滿整個小城的雪,就像《百年孤寂》結尾處那場接連下瞭四年的大雨一樣,把那些黑的髒的可恥的,都輕輕埋上。誰此刻孤獨,就永遠孤獨。流亡詩人Ka,如同夾在歐亞之間的土耳其一樣,永逃不齣孤寂的運命。
评分可能是讓我開始喜歡他的一本
评分放在上海瞭呢。。。這次去拿迴來
评分I read one word~~ terror~~~in Islam
评分Human beings are God's masterpieces, and suicide is blasphemy. I figure out that the common don't seem to be my fav anyway.
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