A portrait, by turns intimate and panoramic, of one of the world’s great cities, by its foremost man of letters, author of the acclaimed novels Snow and My Name Is Red.
Blending reminiscence with history; family photographs with portraits of poets and pashas; art criticism, metaphysical musing, and, now and again, a fanciful tale, Orhan Pamuk invents an ingenious form to evoke his lifelong home, the city that forged his imagination. He begins with his childhood among the eccentric extended Pamuk family in the dusty, carpeted, and hermetically sealed apartment building they shared. In this place came his first intimations of the melancholy awareness that binds all residents of his city together: that of living in the seat of ruined imperial glories, in a country trying to become “modern” at the dizzying crossroads of East and West. This elegiac communal spirit overhangs Pamuk’s reflections as he introduces the writers and painters (among the latter, most particularly the German Antoine-Ignace Melling) through whose eyes he came to see Istanbul. Against a background of shattered monuments, neglected villas, ghostly backstreets, and, above all, the fabled waters of the Bosphorus, he presents the interplay of his budding sense of place with that of his predecessors. And he charts the evolution of a rich, sometimes macabre, imaginative life, which furnished a daydreaming boy refuge from family discord and inner turmoil, and which would continue to serve the famous writer he was to become. It was, and remains, a life fed by the changing microcosm of the apartment building and, even more, the beckoning kaleidoscope beyond its walls.
As much a portrait of the artist as a young man as it is an oneiric Joycean map of the city, Istanbul is a masterful evocation of its subject through the idiosyncrasies of direct experience as much as the power of myth--the dazzling book Pamuk was born to write.</p>
奥尔罕·帕慕克(Orhan Pamuk, 1952- ),当代欧洲最杰出的小说家之一,享誉国际的土耳其文学巨擘。出生于伊斯坦布尔,曾在伊斯坦布尔科技技大学主修建筑。2006年获诺贝文学奖,作品已经被译为40多种语言出版。
第一次看到这本书,是在图书馆。只是被名字吸引,翻看一下,并没有吸引我读进去。后来我买了这本书,这是我买的第一本帕慕克的书,也是读的第一本他的书。为什么买,记不清了,应该是名气太大,众口一词都说好,才不得不买,不得不看。断断续续读完了。现在,帕慕克已经成了我...
评分2006 年,奥尔罕·帕慕克获得诺贝尔奖,那一年,《我的名字叫红》在中国火爆异常,印象中颇有洛阳纸贵的架势。不过,当时我并没有对这位土耳其作家抱以太大的兴趣,而更让我兴味索然的,是《我的名字叫红》——它的名字让我联想到一些我绝不会感兴趣的小说,所以,在帕慕克获奖...
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评分俺读的是土耳其语版,呵呵。 (好得意)
评分俺读的是土耳其语版,呵呵。 (好得意)
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