Writing was the sole activity of his life, but not his sole happiness. He knew he had to work like everybody else. He could enjoy doing other work. Yes, if it provided a livelihood, he could do any kind of work. Looking at the world, so to speak, actually seeing the world in its true guise, gave him great pleasure.
–Orhan Pamuk. The New Life.
There is, indeed, a man under those coats. Istanbul.
I adore Orhan Pamuk. Have you ever read The Black Book?
I have! The Black Book was my favorite so far. Less salacious than Museum of Innocence, so better for my puritanical sensibilities. (But conflicting since I lived a few blocks away from his museum…)
I loved it too! It was dense but really thought-provoking.
Good heavens. So many coats! I must read some of Orhan Pamuk.
I’m with catbird about The Black Book. It’s quite lovely. I hope to re-read Snow this winter. I can’t remember it well. So if that’s better, you’ll be notified.
That was an excellent post today. Thanks so much for sharing it. I
really enjoyed reading it very much. I’ll be sure to pass it along to others.
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I like this minaret!
Why, thank ya! You remind me I need to bust out my Bosnia notebooks. I keep promising…time to deliver…
I´m still waiting…
I would love to quit my day job. Alternatively: get an interesting day job.
Your short stories are enjoyable and refreshing to read! Glad you liked the ‘sign holders’ joke on my blog. I’m not great with jokes, but this one fit in with what I’ve been posting. Thanks for visiting http://heulu.wordpress.com
God bless you in your stranger encounters!
Liz (1/2 of SHOFAR)