Pamuk is, by analogy, the "other" of Borges. Three themes are repeated so haunting and enigmatic: the mystery of the self and its ghosts, the memory of individuals and cities, the hidden meanings in the world. His work is of outstanding literary and philosophical richness. To read and reread.
Orlando Mejía Rivera *
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Salmon. La Patria / Manizales
Salmon. La Patria / Manizales
That strange work of the new Nobel laureate for literature, Orhan Pamuk Turkish. Knower of Western literature and the East has managed to construct a narrative style draws on writers as diverse as the Russian Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, the Argentine Borges, Italo Calvino Italian, American Faulkner, the Dublin Joyce, Flaubert and Proust French, English, Carroll, anonymous poets who wrote The Thousand and One Nights , the Persian mystic Ibn Arabi, Rumi, Mevdana, Kemal Turkish writers, Rasim, Kocu and Tampines. In addition, deep pictorial influence made him believe in his vocation as a painter teenager and is now reflected in a visual prose, where the master of the descriptions of landscapes, people and architecture of his native Istanbul has made me remember the best pages of Proust and Walter Benjamin.
The old traditions of Sufi dervishes speak, among other things, the hidden symmetries of the universe and human beings. After reading the novels The black book, My Name is Red, Snow and Istanbul memoir, city and memories, I find that Pamuk is, by analogy, the "other" stories of Borges and Argentina have an equivalent in the voluminous Turkish novels. Three themes are repeated so haunting and enigmatic in these works of Pamuk: The mystery of the self and its ghosts, the memory of individuals and cities, the hidden meanings in the world. Pamuk's narrative is literature to sink into the mystery of existence human, to combat superficiality of an age that has tried to suppress all the secrets and ambiguities of individuals and societies.
Istanbul
Istanbul is recreated in its past, its present and its interior dimensions. In reading his memoirs better understand the aesthetic and ethical motivations of the writer. Your city is a tapestry of memories that merges with his biography. The child who imagined that another Pamuk lived another quarter of the city, is itself divided soul of the city which breathes nostalgia for the glorious past of the Ottoman Empire and feel angry and confused by a present of poverty and filth, where ghostly presences of Christian Constantinople and the Muslim Istanbul have failed to find the harmony of the triumphs and past defeats. Perhaps, therefore, Pamuk stresses the "bitterness of the ruins" that all citizens of Istanbul feel walking through its streets and neighborhoods. This bitterness has become an aesthetic category that is assumed to nationalist pride, but in the background shows the inability of his people to accept the demise of the imperial grandeur of the past and that feeling comes frailty and collective denial of what Turkey has been and can be.
However, the anxiety of the narrator becomes fascinated when he recalls the Bosphorus, which is the arm of the Dead Sea that surrounds the city. There Pamuk succeeds in translating fragments of poetic prose that surpass everything I've read, even above Magris Danube. This obsession with the waters of the Bosphorus Cell has his character, the chronicler of Istanbul from the Black Book, imagine with fear when the waters dry citizens contemplate the remains of civilizations that have shaped the spirit of the city and only follow the disasters and epidemics. That is, the Bosphorus is to Pamuk a talisman that has protected the city from the destructive forces of the Turks themselves. Thus he says in his memoirs: "Faced with defeat, oppression, poverty, bitterness and rotting from within the city, the Bosphorus is joined in the depths of my mind to feelings of attachment to life, zest for life and happiness. "
Finding himself
Galip, the protagonist of the Black Book is a young lawyer looking for his wife and cousin Ruya, who has left the house without saying why or with Who, though it appears that the suspect was with his brother, the famous chronicler Cell. Your search for the Istanbul-fifties led him to discover a city within a city symbolic exterior, that they dreamed of in the thirteenth century and its leader hurufíes Fazlallah of Esterabad. The articles in Cell are key to find them, while an initiatory path to Galip discovers that behind the visible world there is another world of "metaphysical geographies" where each side has its secret numbers and any object or circumstance is casual. That is, Pamuk has made a deep and entertaining, enter the coordinates of the modern novel aesthetic Western traditions esoteric Sufi dervishes of the legendary Persian, the West met in the early and mid-twentieth century for his presentation of Gurdjieff and Ouspensky "fragments of an unknown teaching." Galip penetrate the mystique of Istanbul hurufíes and education reveals an arcane, no one can be himself, because we are not one, but an "army of selves" living in a contradictory way our mind.
The historical and political
In My Name is Red, Pamuk takes us back to sixteenth-century Istanbul where the crime is committed by an illustrator, Master Donoso, and the novel begins with the voice of the dead, saying: "I am dead, I'm a corpse in the bottom of a well." Out who killed him is the core of the plot, but in reality the story is a foray into the evolution of portraiture in Western and Eastern painting, and the influence Islam had on the rejection of iconography. But it is also a love story taken from the Ottoman tradition.
In Snow, the versatile Orhan brings us to the border town of Kars in Turkey in the nineties. Here comes the poet Ka, a political exile in Germany for several years, to find out the suicides of young Muslim, who refused to remove their veil covering her face for entry to educational establishments. But Ka is also looking for the love of Ipek, a former college friend, and unexpectedly feels that: "The silence of the snow brings me closer to God." The snow cover the roads and there is a local coup to prevent the Muslim party reached the village mayor in the election. All this serves as a framework to build Pamuk various characters representing different political tendencies in his native Turkey, nationalist Republicans, the pro-Europeans, Muslims, atheists, the undecided, the Socialists, the Kurdish guerrillas, ethnic minorities.
Pamuk Here's expertise lies in not taking side with either, but lets talk about all ideological and religious voices that exist in their homeland. Lesson narrative polyphony and freethought literature makes a real niche intelligence, tolerance and freedom in a world that has become degraded to the justification of sectarianism and violence. The murder of the poet, several years after the fact, on a street in Frankfurt is an episode that shakes, when Pamuk himself has been threatened by extremists of various tendencies policies.
In short, the work of Orhan Pamuk is a literary and philosophical richness exceptional and I think it will become a true classic living. For many years he had found a voice as unique and brilliant narrative. I feel to be an author to read, reread and dream. Pamuk, like Funes the memoirist's story by Borges, seems not to forget anything that you have read, experienced and genetic heritage of Eastern and Western blood. But unlike Funes, think and hidden plot poetically joins the symmetries of the universe in his novels and characters.
* Escritor.
Premios Nobel de Literatura
en los últimos 20 nanos
2006 Orhan Pamuk Turquía
Gran Bretaña 2005 Harold Pinter Elfriede Jelinek
2004 Austria
Sudáfrica 2003 JM Coetzee 2002 Imre Kertész
Hungría 2001 Reino Unido VS Naipaul 2000 Gao Xingjian
China
Alemania 1999 Günter Grass 1998 José Saramago
Portugal 1997 Dario Fo Italia 1996 W.
Szymborska Polonia 1995 S.
Irlanda Heaney 1994 Kenzaburo Oe
Japón 1993
T. Morrisson U.S.
1992 D. St. Lucia
Walcott 1991 Nadine Gordimer South Africa
1990
Mexico Octavio Paz 1989 Camilo José Cela
1988 N. Spain Mahfouz Egypt 1987 J.
U.S. Brodskij 1986 W.
Soyinka Nigeria
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