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İstanbul Hatıralar ve Şehir

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Anbul come PamukAlberto Manguel The Washington Post Una delle più affascinanti città del mondo raccontata con la passione enciclopedica del collezionista l'a del figlio il lirismo intenso del poe. Major part of the book describes what some poets journalists and painters have written or painted about Istanbul during 19th centuryBut when I picked this one up after reading My Name is Red the expectation was to know how Pamuk describes Istanbul and his life in that city not what some 19th century unknown travellers and century old journalists with difficult names to pronounce had to say There were some interesting chapters but we do not buy a highly priced book printed on uality paper packaged with a lovely cover and praised by many internationally acclaimed news papers only to read few chaptersIf you have not read Pamuk's works yet   recommend to read his other works before Istanbul Or you may overlook some great works of a master Those Good Gertrudes know how Pamuk describes Istanbul and his life in that city not what some 19th century unknown travellers and century old journalists with difficult names to pronounce had to say There were some interesting chapters but we do not buy a highly priced book printed on uality paper packaged with a lovely cover and praised by many internationally acclaimed news papers only to read few chaptersIf you have not read Pamuk's works yet   recommend to read his other works before Istanbul Or you may overlook some great works of a master

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Istanbul come malinconia condivisa Istanbul come doppio Istanbul come immagini in bianco e nero di edifici sbriciolati e di minareti fantasma Istanbul come labirinto di strade osservate da alte fin. B 79% | Good Notes An effective inviting blend of history and memoir Though the word melancholy is overused to the point of cliché

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Estre e balconi Istanbul come invenzione degli stranieri Istanbul come luogo di primi amori e ultimi riti alla fine tutti uesti tentativi di una definizione diventano Istanbul come autoritratto Ist. It feels very odd to be writing this review now sitting in a car on my way back home feeling bored and tired for no particular reason And out of nowhere this book which I finished than a month ago and entirely gave up on ever being able to write a decent review about comes to my mind unbidden as though deeply connected with my present state of mind This is going to be one of the most personal reviews I’ll ever write but that’s merely because Istanbul Memories and the City has affected me personally than any other book ever has Therefore I’m not going to praise Pamuk’s literary skills or the elouence of the language Nor am I going to comment on the exuisite picture of Istanbul which many westerners have described and which the author himself reflects upon many a time throughout the whole book Those aspects enchanted me well enough and they do give this book a great deal of its charm but not as much as the relationship Pamuk shares with his city does I have to say that I’ve also chosen a very odd timing to read this memoir The few past months have been very busy and offered me very little time to read and yet stubbornly I guess and to the amusement of many of my friends I carried this book everywhere I went to make use of stolen free moments It took me long to finish naturally but as John Green elouently puts it ‘ As I read I fell in love the way you fall asleep slowly and then all at once The result was that I would read a few pages on the road then find myself staring out of the window watching many familiar objects as though for the first time Has Jerusalem always been this beautiful Has it always buzzed with noise and movement I’d wonder sometimes The magic in this book was that while it offered nothing new except the details of Istanbul and its dark alleys which I’ve never been to it reminded me to observe my own city with fresh eyes As a painting probably Or a black and white sketch Sometimes as a partner in an epic love story Whatever it was it helped me remember that familiarity does not necessarily guarantee perfect knowledge That in an earlier century another person stood just like I did in a place he’d known since childhood suddenly noticing something that has always been there but somehow at that particular moment felt new and uniue And why is that Because he pretended to be a stranger a “Westerner” in Pamuk’s case‘So whenever I sense the absence of Western eyes I become my own Westerner’Ch31‘I would begin to observe myself from the outside as if in a dream’ Ch34 At moments I felt that I’ve never related to an author or to his seeking the picturesue and the poetic At others I felt pity Pity that such a brilliant writer could be lost much too taken with the European take on Istanbul in his youth And so I found it only understandable for him to wonder by the end of the book “Why should we expect a city to cure us of our spiritual pains” Perhaps we shouldn't The melancholy which invades the very soul of these memoirs stems from the city itself its ruins and dilapidated palaces from the attempt to modernize along with westernize Turkey and bury the deeply rooted history This specific sentence stopped me because it occurred to me upon reading it that cities with ever changing and usually painful histories must have similar emotional atmospheres This is probably why I loved Pamuk’s walks to the poor neighborhoods and the ruins than anything else; they represented the sort of poetic escapism which this book offered me on so many occasions And it made me wonder than ever whether Pamuk intended those memoirs to be a record of his own actions and decisions or a tribute to the city he loved yet in which he was ever restless and wandering Reading this book I was also reminded that stress teaches you to yearn for the unreachable the unexpected At least it taught me to Reading under stress also gave this book a wholly different light from what I anticipated Pamuk’s memoirs came as a stimulator for many feelings and urges instead of a stereotyped brochure about Istanbul’s charms The I read the I felt this irresistible urge to paint and write I think that during those busy months I’ve had sketches around me begging to be worked on than I ever had in my free time The chapter named “Painting Istanbul” only helped to ignite those yearnings and to make me pray for some leisure And like Pamuk I felt that painting allowed me to enter the scene on the canvas The positive pointed out I have to say that this book was far from perfect I wasn’t truly interested in Pamuk’s physical fantasies or his religious upbringing which he mentioned often and which I found irrelevant and distracting most of the time The narration though beautiful and imaginative tended sometimes towards repetition All in all the few negative points aside Pamuk’s memoirs will always stay with me and remind me of a specific period in my life when I decided to study architecture the very branch of study the author chose then soon after decided to abandon for writing and when I re established my long term passion for painting also a hobby the author chose to uit long ago Istanbul Memories and the City will always be one of my treasured reads