ndres A Ibáñez, in the ABC of the arts and literature, says that it is very difficult to write novels More than three hundred pages. That can be a writer of short stories, poet and short story much more easily than great novels. After Commendation thick book, and get that José Luis finished giving me the reason, could agree to that statement. To write long novels (and other than a mess, that is) must have a special ability. Anyone can write a sonnet on a spring day, and every poet has a poem great. But to approach the daunting task of writing a novel approach voluminous is the glory of Olympus. Provided that the work they deserve.
Ibáñez Anyway, falls into a kind of tautology: the voluminous writer of novels is the best novel writers if contains voluminous enough literary quality. Basically I agree that a great novel is where the great writer observed, possibly genius. But little else. Because novels is precisely what seems to be able to write any. Anyone who knows what springs to write a successful novel. A computer can easily write the review of one of these novels (recently you can add names and more personalized). Would not surprise me that one of these days a seasoned programmer, resentful at being dismissed from the NASA budget cuts in the nth administration Bush, to develop the ultimate software for writing best-selling soap operas .
Orhan Pamuk is certainly one of the authors touched by the muses, holder of heavenly grace to write a voluminous tome worthy of accolades worldwide. I refer to "Snow", a huge novel in form and substance. Its structure is as impressive and has a series of parallel actions, as curtains or transparent theatrical scenery, who tell us many stories all related. From time to time, the storm rolled her action all those curtains, among us, blending in an explosion of feelings and passions. Pamuk not only describes the profound paradox of Turkey, both secular and Muslim, home of the late commander of the believers of Islam, but a story of love and trust, loneliness and regret, full of idealism and reality.
The main character is Ka, a Turkish resident in Germany, a political exile who returns to Turkey on grounds more or less hidden, but among them is that of finding a wife. Ka travels to Kars to supposedly make a report about the suicide of a women protesting the ban on wearing the traditional veil Turkish. This trip serves Ka to enter into the Turkish society, divided between the secular republican sentiment and Islamic religious. Ka also is divided between his Europeanism and quality of Turkish among his loneliness and fear the pain of rejection. Ka travels in the mystical journey of life towards a world full of complications, away from the Eden of indifference in Frankfurt where installed in the routine lives, poverty and loneliness.
In Turkey, they decided, is to take sides, must live or die, you can not attend unperturbed development of the terrible events that will occur in Kars, between the relative tranquility of the citizens, who lives in fear of Islamic revolution but distrustful of official nationalist regime. Kars is cut off by snow (in Turkish Kar) and therefore separate external life, in a parenthesis necessarily space-time where the argument has to be resolved. Ka acts are puzzling, the various characters are well framed in this dual society, where women take an important role in the novel, perhaps an ad, or rather a warning to the traditional distrust of female intelligence.
Ka is a poet. Poetry, though not literally, is present significantly in the book, like love, and compensates the political scenes that otherwise seem quite understandable to Westerners. This is not the struggle between evil and good, but the eternal story of the powerful and the weak. Pamuk was not convicted trivially to insult the Turkish nation, and has earned the enmity of Turkish nationalism more exacerbated. At the same time, is the most beloved author in Turkey and also has numerous followers around the world. It thus appears that the internal contradictions of Turkey are the Ka, and also, plausibly, that of Pamuk.
also in love, as in politics, there is a powerful and weak, a lover and a lover, a giver and a receiver. Pamuk explores the parallels between the characters inside and outside of politics, where the old story tells us that the heart can not be dominated by intention. History repeated a thousand times, it does move us and excited. Unforgettable. During the novel
wonderful things happen and describe improbable situations which may well be true, as the director of the local newspaper, which published the news before it happens (and always end up happening) or theological discussions and conversion to Islam of Ka. The story, narrated by his close friend Orhan, attempts to reconstruct the history of Ka through the poems he wrote during his stay in Kars. Poems which resulted in the breaking of silence Ka writer and seem lost. Orhan travels in the last chapters of the book, Kars, and the reconstruction of events resulting in a final and somewhat surprisingly prescient Turkish society. Near the end of the work, one of the most celebrated events, a character asks Orhan not to write a book about what happened in Kars, because since so far no one will understand. No reader, then, would be able to understand any novel. That is what precisely the greatness of literature, making it possible.
I've been thinking a lot about what I disliked the novel. I could mention the title of the chapters, a bit naive, but once the novel's encounter with respect. I could mention the undeniable merciful treatment ruffians, some terrorists and guerrillas who appear in the action promptly. But I think all the final fits, the beauty of the book comes from these small inconsistencies, which in turn reflect the contradictions of Turkey, of Ka and Pamuk. Cast the first stone who is without them.
Ibáñez Anyway, falls into a kind of tautology: the voluminous writer of novels is the best novel writers if contains voluminous enough literary quality. Basically I agree that a great novel is where the great writer observed, possibly genius. But little else. Because novels is precisely what seems to be able to write any. Anyone who knows what springs to write a successful novel. A computer can easily write the review of one of these novels (recently you can add names and more personalized). Would not surprise me that one of these days a seasoned programmer, resentful at being dismissed from the NASA budget cuts in the nth administration Bush, to develop the ultimate software for writing best-selling soap operas .
Orhan Pamuk is certainly one of the authors touched by the muses, holder of heavenly grace to write a voluminous tome worthy of accolades worldwide. I refer to "Snow", a huge novel in form and substance. Its structure is as impressive and has a series of parallel actions, as curtains or transparent theatrical scenery, who tell us many stories all related. From time to time, the storm rolled her action all those curtains, among us, blending in an explosion of feelings and passions. Pamuk not only describes the profound paradox of Turkey, both secular and Muslim, home of the late commander of the believers of Islam, but a story of love and trust, loneliness and regret, full of idealism and reality.
The main character is Ka, a Turkish resident in Germany, a political exile who returns to Turkey on grounds more or less hidden, but among them is that of finding a wife. Ka travels to Kars to supposedly make a report about the suicide of a women protesting the ban on wearing the traditional veil Turkish. This trip serves Ka to enter into the Turkish society, divided between the secular republican sentiment and Islamic religious. Ka also is divided between his Europeanism and quality of Turkish among his loneliness and fear the pain of rejection. Ka travels in the mystical journey of life towards a world full of complications, away from the Eden of indifference in Frankfurt where installed in the routine lives, poverty and loneliness.
In Turkey, they decided, is to take sides, must live or die, you can not attend unperturbed development of the terrible events that will occur in Kars, between the relative tranquility of the citizens, who lives in fear of Islamic revolution but distrustful of official nationalist regime. Kars is cut off by snow (in Turkish Kar) and therefore separate external life, in a parenthesis necessarily space-time where the argument has to be resolved. Ka acts are puzzling, the various characters are well framed in this dual society, where women take an important role in the novel, perhaps an ad, or rather a warning to the traditional distrust of female intelligence.
Ka is a poet. Poetry, though not literally, is present significantly in the book, like love, and compensates the political scenes that otherwise seem quite understandable to Westerners. This is not the struggle between evil and good, but the eternal story of the powerful and the weak. Pamuk was not convicted trivially to insult the Turkish nation, and has earned the enmity of Turkish nationalism more exacerbated. At the same time, is the most beloved author in Turkey and also has numerous followers around the world. It thus appears that the internal contradictions of Turkey are the Ka, and also, plausibly, that of Pamuk.
also in love, as in politics, there is a powerful and weak, a lover and a lover, a giver and a receiver. Pamuk explores the parallels between the characters inside and outside of politics, where the old story tells us that the heart can not be dominated by intention. History repeated a thousand times, it does move us and excited. Unforgettable. During the novel
wonderful things happen and describe improbable situations which may well be true, as the director of the local newspaper, which published the news before it happens (and always end up happening) or theological discussions and conversion to Islam of Ka. The story, narrated by his close friend Orhan, attempts to reconstruct the history of Ka through the poems he wrote during his stay in Kars. Poems which resulted in the breaking of silence Ka writer and seem lost. Orhan travels in the last chapters of the book, Kars, and the reconstruction of events resulting in a final and somewhat surprisingly prescient Turkish society. Near the end of the work, one of the most celebrated events, a character asks Orhan not to write a book about what happened in Kars, because since so far no one will understand. No reader, then, would be able to understand any novel. That is what precisely the greatness of literature, making it possible.
I've been thinking a lot about what I disliked the novel. I could mention the title of the chapters, a bit naive, but once the novel's encounter with respect. I could mention the undeniable merciful treatment ruffians, some terrorists and guerrillas who appear in the action promptly. But I think all the final fits, the beauty of the book comes from these small inconsistencies, which in turn reflect the contradictions of Turkey, of Ka and Pamuk. Cast the first stone who is without them.
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