Turkey’s Nobel laureate Pamuk to release new novel

World-famous Turkish novelist Orhan Pamuk, who was awarded with the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2006, focuses on love as well as details in daily life in his latest novel ‘Masumiyet Muzesi’, (the Museum of Innocence).”

Originally published on October 20, 2006

A brief -recent- history of Erkan thru Orhan Pamuk’s novels…

Here is my most personal take with Orhan Pamuk. I had always a particular taste for his literary talents- I know this will annoy some of my loyal readers though:(- and here is an experiment of writing inspired by Nick Hornby’s Fever Pitch

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I don?t exactly know when the first time I read a Pamuk novel. It was probably in my first or second year in the college and I should have worked hard to go beyond the intellectualist consensus not to read him. That is, there was already a Pamuk buzz and ?intellectuals? do not read the popular. His current publisher in Turkey, Iletisim, had transferred him from another, Can, and though I hadn?t read him yet, I already heard the transfer price, that was a first in the history of Turkish literature I guess, and this had a negative affect on some of his would be readers. But things change and I have a taste for the popular anyway. When I started to read Pamuk I had realized that he didn?t deserve to be popular (!), and hence Erkan?s infatuation with Pamuk novels begins.

I started with the New Life. That was his latest novel at that time and had sold more than 200,000 copies. As I had been a more bookish boy back then, the opening sentence had already grasped me: ?I read a book one day and my whole life was changed.? I had already changed my life according to some books I don?t want to mention any more (and feel regret now) but back then it was just a too familiar way to go. A dreamy and melancholic prose shaken me and although I would live to pride my materialistic view of life and prefer a literature in the vein of socialist realism, the novel opened up a huge loophole in my all life. I was already destined to have beloveds that could never be reached and I had immediately accepted the New Life as a tribute to all platonic and melancholic love stories around me including my own of course. My biggest love story, that devastated most of my college years, was already ruining me and after reading the novel, I did something first in my life and started a journey with my closest friend. I know, I know, the novel motivated many others to start similar inter-city journeys and I was just one of them. My humble journey with Veli lasted four cities and unlike the novel protagonist I did not have any hope to find my beloved- I knew where she was already- and my hopes to ease my confusion was not resolved. I came back to Istanbul with nothing resolved and having lost my closest friend. V. was not the best companion in a journey and C. would take his place soon (!).

I would read The White Castle soon after the New Life. I remember buying it from Z., a friend of mine who now lives in France, who was a second hand book seller then. I bought bulks of books from him with super deals. He was a senior college student and while A. would sell quality socks, he would sell books. I remember looking through boxes of books and selecting bulks of book at their apartment. I had little money and he would let me pay in installments. He bankrupted soon. The White Castle is Mr. Pamuk’s most didactic novel. I find it the least powerful novel in terms of Mr. Pamuk?s literary talents. It is like a cultural pamphlet that questions our conceptions of the west and the east and looks for new cultural associations. Despite my dislike in literary aspects, it was a step forward in my own intellectual history of self alienation from my own cultural roots and radical political thinking.

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I remember reading the Black Book sometime in between my senior year and the first year in my sociology MA study. It is his best novel for me and I frequently think to re-read it. It is his postmodern take and its chaotic structure is in parallel to my own intellectual crisis at that time. It is a turn towards a mild nihilism, a depressive period, a total skepticism towards everything I had believed in so far. Post structuralism creeps into my thinking, I tend towards anthropology, I am not sure who I really am and I begin to think to leave a life behind and move to the US.

I remember reading My Name is Red. That is, in my third year of MA and when I started to be a TA at Bilgi. In the middle of that year, I was admitted to Rice Anthro, my experience of teaching had already added a new feature in my life and at the end of MA’s second year, I had had an experience of working at a newspaper. Just before the Houston period, these are my best times in Istanbul, and best times of my life until then. My Name is Red is a playful novel, somewhat reminding Umberto Eco’s Name of the Rose but it has its distinctiveness. Despite the murder story inside, I never found this novel a bleak one. There is a lively mood there and a peaceful engagement with a past as Mr. Pamuk conceives and I am fine with it. A hopeful love story- in fact a particular scene- urged me in a state of bliss to contact my long lasting beloved one more time. It was an effort in vain but I was not in despair any more.

I read The Snow in the middle of my Houston years. I was never entirely happy with the literary power of it compared to previous novels but it was stunning contentwise. How could an author voice the insider’s mind in such a neat, realistic and persuasive way. That was a really studied novel. It was one of the best treaties on the state of Turkish politics (in fact in most of the cases literary talents in Turkey are better to portray the political scene than others in the field). I could detect the insiders’ voices all over the novel that gave an embodiment to Turkey’s complicated political life after the 28 February pseudo-coup. In my personal take it was a tribute to my old time politics and activism. As Pamuk, I had left all behind. Even if I would go back to Turkey, it would never be same and I would only look at those political happenings from a distance. At the course of reading during Houston’s briefly cold days in the winter, I felt relief of an emancipation from the older types of politics and I felt sorrow for my youth days that were kind of wasted. A strong sense of loneliness with no apparent feeling of belonging is what I remember at the time of my return…

Mr. Pamuk replaces the themes of displacedness, being in exile, homelessness (etc.) of cosmopolitan souls with a sense of belonging to a homely place. That is, Istanbul, in his accounts and for a long time I believed that this state of settledness seemed to be the major difference between me and him (as if anybody really cares). Istanbul is embedded in all over his novels and I have always been jealous of him of having such strong allegiance to a place. However, at the time of reading his memoirs, Istanbul, sometime close to my return to Istanbul, I had resolved some of the tensions of rootlessness and the book produced a sweet nostalgia to a past I never really enjoyed and a re-take of the past events. Yet another round of life would begin in Istanbul, in the streets Mr. Pamuk wondered, at my age closing to 30, and though I had and still have no plans to settle in Istanbul, I was now ready for a temporal feeling of belonging as strong as possible. I don’t believe Mr. Pamuk will stop writing but this book seems to be a personal tribute to his life as an author and I took the liberty to review my own.

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I don’t remember when I read Cevdet Bey ve Ogullari and Sessiz Ev. These are not translated to English yet. The former, as thousands of times mentioned, is his first novel that is written in a more linear structure so that most of Turkish critiques trained in the tradition of modernist styles actually understand and praise him. In fact, it seems that for most of the critiques that was the first and only time Mr. Pamuk was really likeable. However, Mr. Pamuk from his very first novel outlines his politican stance. Although Snow is suppos

ed to be his first ‘political novel’, I find Cevdet Bey ve Ogullari, Sessiz Ev and Snow as a trilogy in which three separate moments of Turkey in terms of politics are focused on. I probably read these novels during summers when I was away from Istanbul. As in all summers, I was probably hit by a love story while I was reading Sessiz Ev that takes place in days of turmoil during 1970s and early 1980s. As once a political activist, I internalized the characters of the novel- I prefer to change characters to personify with frequently at that novel- and felt the same love strickenness coupled with political activism urgency- how can I forget that the first time I went out with her, I had to leave the cafe half an hour later prompted by a phone call inviting me to a protest.

Unlike most of the critiques; Cevdet Bey, i hang on my right to state that, is his least interesting novel. However, for those of us who keeps a distance from all major political attitudes in Turkish political history, this is guideline as a retrospective work in a literary form….


Comments

to erkan [from nick hornby’s high fidelity]:

“You dont really expect me to tell you.”
“Why not?”
“because what purpose would it serve? I culd describe every second of every time, and there weren’t that many of them, and you’d be hurt, but you still wouldn’t understand the first thing about anything that mattered.”
“I don’t care. I just want to know.”
“Want to know what?”
“What it was like.”
She huffs. “It was like sex. What else could it be like?”
Even this answer I find hurtful. I had hoped it wouldn’t be like sex at all. I had hoped that it would be like something much more boring or unpleasant instead.
“Was it like good sex or was it like bad sex?”
“What’s the difference?”
“You know the difference.”
“I never asked you how your extracurricular activities went.”
“Yes, you did. I remember. ‘Have a nice time dear?'”
“It was a rhetorical question. Look, we’re OK now. We’ve just had a nice time. Let’s leave it at that.”
“OK,OK. But the nice time we’ve just had…was it nicer, as nice, or less nice than the nice times you were having a couple of weeks ago?”
She doesn’t say anything.
“Oh, come on Laura. Just say anything. Fib, if you want. It’d would make me feel better, and it’d stop me asking you questions.”
“I was going to fib, and now I can’t, because you’d know I was fibbing.”
“Why would you want to fib anyway?”
“To make you feel better.”
And so it goes…

Posted by: ronen shamir at October 21, 2006 09:04 PM

I nominate you to translate and annotate those last two novels not yet in English.

Posted by: Winnie at October 22, 2006 01:32 AM

long long time, no see or write, erkan!! longest time since our friendship first began and I revisit your blog to see how developed it is…

I respect very few people for their hard work and wisdom – you generally can not find both in people; wise are mostly lazy – after reading your take on orhan pamuk’s work, once again I have to express my respect for you, dear pal. take care and keep sharing,

all my best…

Posted by: asli telli at November 2, 2006 04:50 PM

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  • Thanks for this readers autobiography, Erkan. It’s almost a novel in short.

  • Sean Jeating

    Having read all books mentioned, I enjoyed this, my friend.

    • You have definitely become my most loyal reader! Where are Claude and Christian! 🙂

      • Sean Jeating

        Claude is certainly around (reading), but being 87, she says she does not comment often, anymore.
        A Christian I do not know.
        The peace of the night.

        • Christian Runkel from Cologne, Remscheid. I even visited him twice! I guess he is more into Facebook nowadays:)

          • Sean Jeating

            Ah, no, don’t know him. The more as I don’t do Facebook. 🙂

          • I just tagged him. He might show up here soon!

  • Claude Gamble

    As one gets older (older for me is past 80), one tends to speak less and to reflect more. But I am never absent, Erkan. I have been following you step by step from the time we met via Omnium. And it has been fun and rewarding. Never read this interesting and prolific writer. But I had heard of the Museum of Innocence through Hans , the dear friend we lost much too soon. You’re offering a fascinating essay, and I will certainly add the name Pamuk to my long to-see-list. I’ll come back here then and reread your own evaluation. Be well, friend.

    • I hope you will enjoy reading Pamuk’s novels! Much love- now from Madrid for a few days:)

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