Re: [Daughters_of_Ataturk] Orhan Pamuk from the Times Literary Supplement

Pamuk’s Nobel acceptance speech, starts with a tribute to his father and ends up listing the reasons why he writes â€" as contradictory and human, and as full of altruism and egoism, as the author himself...... Chiristopher Bellaigue writes, above statement.

I fully agree.. Actually he is snob elite left over of past solcu intellectual who has used writting as healing his psiko drama-helping self..in a lost world .. Most of cold war art was as pressure cooker steem off.. emtying soul on the paper and tual.. management of massess...

There is no writing as research on cold war and how its manifested.. yet as much..
Orhan pamuk is the production of cold war era..surpressed...snob elite lak lak lak no organizstion to help poor other than green card , but not ike north europe countries cooperatives=imece model farming to share te benefits , economy gains egually.
And not much capital, play with like today...

Cold war in some cultures has created the ultimate selfish ego without  awerenes.
Capitalizm and its short comings to Turkey..please use law of ,
action reaction reality and its outcome.... we need to pay attention, not to be divided in TR.
From the idea of ......, what?.... once fatma hanimi dinlemek. bos bos pamukculuk yapmamak.. kendini rahatlatmak icin.. research new info dogru info solution hope energy verecekseniz ..

cozum dogru arastirma destek  takimcalismasi  ICC yi kullanmak training vermek organize coordine etmek susup dinlemek.. bilgi toplamak...ile .. onlar yapti hadi bakalim Ataturkculer sizde yapin. biz de yapalim...

vatandas kendi lobyciligini gurup halinde yapip kendi local ihtiyaclarini bilip cozumlerini uretip advocacysini devamli yapip kamu, private, big stk lar arasinda dengeleri saglayip ..collesmeyen dunya hapishaneler sayisi artmayan dunya,izdirapla hastanelerde aci cekmeyen dunya, cocuk haklarini veren onlari koruyan dunya, vahsetten uzak hukuk isleyen dunya ve
 
iyi turkce dersi al mis alamadi ise yeniden kendini yetistirebilen  genel mudurler ki kendilerini ofade edebilsinler. hatipler degil... ve

snob elite intimidationinindan uzak servis veren liderler ortaya cikmasina sebeb olan..

Bakin bu calisma modeli sagcilik tanda solculuktanda  guzel ...

NNM


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From: Sema Karaoglu <Daughters_of_Ataturk@yahoo.com>
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Subject: [Daughters_of_Ataturk] Orhan Pamuk from the Times Literary Supplement

From The Times Literary Supplement
March 19, 2008

Orhan Pamuk and the idea of the novelist
In his new book, the Nobel Laureate has revealed more about himself than he intended
Christopher de Bellaigue
Orhan Pamuk
OTHER COLOURS
Essays and a story
Translated by Maureen Freely
419pp. Faber. £20.
978 0 571 23686 2
In 1988, a little-known writer called Orhan Pamuk was struggling to complete The Black Book, his fourth and most ambitious novel to date. “As the writing progressed”, Pamuk remembers in Other Colours, his new collection of essays and stories, “and the book grew broader, the pleasure of writing it grew deeper.” This was small consolation, for “the novel refused to end”. Pamuk found himself alone with his obsession, unshaven and slovenly, “clutching a mangled plastic bag and wearing a cap, a raincoat that was missing a few buttons, and ancient gym shoes with rotting soles. I’d go into any old restaurant or lunch counter and wolf down my food, casting hostile looks about me”. He bore, he writes, an “air of ruination”. Put that Orhan Pamuk, the squinting nonentity his disapproving mother always predicted he would become, alongside the accomplished literary figure we recognize today, and you get an idea of his achievement. Born into a culture unsure of itself and lacking creative invention, suffocating in the “small literary world” of insecure, distrustful republican Turkey, the young Pamuk was bold enough to try his hand at a foreign art form that few Turks had adopted with much success. And the rest â€" the best-selling novels, a highly regarded memoir, Istanbul, and the 2006 Nobel Prize for Literature â€" hardly needs elaboration.
In Istanbul, an exploration of Pamuk’s relationship with the city that inspired him, and now in Other Colours, Pamuk gives us an insight, in the prime of his writing life, into the way he sees himself and would like others to see him. The essays here, which range from autobiographical vignettes and sketches to literary criticism and journalism, reinforce three formative images, first impressed on the pages of Istanbul: Pamuk’s charming, rakish father, forgiven his absenteeism because he encouraged his son to follow his heart and write; the city of Istanbul and the fascination it exerts; and finally those dead novelists with whom, even in youth, Pamuk formed a precocious brotherhood.
Although he has expressed himself on politics and history â€" most famously in 2005, when he observed that many Armenians and Kurds had been killed in Turkey, for which unremarkable statement he was unsuccessfully prosecuted on charges of “insulting Turkishness” â€" Pamuk is an introspective writer. Indeed, it might be said that the sum of his novels constitutes one of the most sustained, if elliptical, autobiographies in literature. His Nobel acceptance speech, reprinted here, is whispered and personal, a striking contrast to the genial broadside that Doris Lessing delivered last December. And when he writes of the authors who influenced him, summoning the reverence he felt for them as a young man, it is not so much Dostoevsky, Stendhal, Camus and Nabokov that we see as Orhan Pamuk reading Dostoevsky, Stendhal, Camus and Nabokov.
Of these, Dostoevsky is the most important, and this surely has much to do with what Pamuk sees as the Russian’s “familiarity with European thought and his anger against it, his equal and opposite desires to belong to Europe and to shun it”. The Turkish Republic that Kemal Atat��set up in the 1920s has never settled the question of its political and cultural status in relation to Europe, and Pamuk has devoted himself to examining the tensions, between faith and rationalism, and between the parochial and the worldly, that have flowed from this omission. When he writes that Dostoevsky “hated seeing Russian intellectuals seize upon an idea just arrived from Europe and believe themselves privy to all the secrets of the world”, one is reminded of Pamuk’s disdain for the Kemalists’ similarly uncritical reception of European ideas. These ideas, it may be assumed, found a literary voice among those “half-witted, mediocre, moderately successful, bald, male, degenerate writers” whose masterpieces, amusingly slighted in a chapter called “How I got rid of some of my books”, Pamuk takes much pleasure in throwing away. Unlike Dostoevsky, Pamuk has never been directly involved, at least not in a sustained way, with the politics of his country, and it is easy to see why. Subtly contemptuous of the Kemalists, he is no more inclined towards those pious patriots â€" analogous to the Slavophils of nineteenth-century Russia â€" who recall with nostalgia the Ottoman Empire and its presiding certainties, the greatness of the Turk and the glory of God. Political agnosticism, and a wide-ranging literary gaze, have made Pamuk a loner in his native land. If he has peers, they are younger Turkish writers â€" Perihan Magden is one â€" who write thoughtful novels in modern, inventive Turkish, and whose complaint about Kemalism is not that it is too Western, but not Western enough; in effect, that it doesn’t trust democracy or pluralism.
Perhaps inevitably for a book that has been put together from diverse sources, Other Colours is patchy and uneven. The writing on Istanbul, including chapters on fast food, Bosphorus ferries and earthquakes, is never less than diverting, but some good sections from the Turkish original, including an appreciation of the neglected Turkish writer Ahmet Hamdi Tanpinar, have been omitted, apparently for no better reason than to avoid alienating the Western reader. They have been replaced by obvious crowd pleasers such as a section, called “Views from the Capital of the World”, about New York. Pamuk is a better novelist than essayist. In a ponderous description of the effect that the Brothers Karamazov had on him as a boy, for instance, he takes a page to say what the arresting first line of his novel, the New Life, says in a sentence: “I read a book one day and my whole life was changed”. These infelicities are not lessened by Maureen Freely’s rather flat translation.
Brighter spots include a short story called “To Look Out the Window”. In this melancholy gem, Pamuk evokes the pre-adolescent listlessness he felt and the adult regret he observed while growing up, the scion of an affluent Istanbul family, in the 1950s. Other Colours also includes three fine speeches that he wrote for foreign audiences. In one, he describes the deadening effects his trial had on his creativity. In the second, he justifies his political abstinence in a country of passionate politics, his desire to “aspire to nothing but to write beautiful novels”, and his distrust of strong opinions, because “most of us entertain contradictory thoughts simultaneously”. The last chapter here, Pamuk’s Nobel acceptance speech, starts with a tribute to his father and ends up listing the reasons why he writes â€" as contradictory and human, and as full of altruism and egoism, as the author himself.
In Other Colours, Pamuk has revealed more about himself than he intended. His situating himself so close to the likes of Dostoevsky and Nabokov strikes a discordant note, at once aspirational and unadventurous. Orhan Pamuk does not, as Christopher Hitchens has acerbically observed, wear his learning lightly, and this may be because the process of acquiring it was a trying one, pitting him against the tepid philistinism of 1970s Istanbul and his mother’s displeasure. Other Colours shows him to be a solitary, determined autodidact, prone to self-indulgence and morbidity; it contains only hints of his greatness as a novelist.

Christopher de Bellaigue is the author of In the Rose Garden of the Marytyrs: A memoir of Iran, 2005, and, most recently, The Struggle for Iran, 2007. He is the Alistair Horne Fellow at St Antony's College, Cambridge.

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