Wednesday, January 6, 2016

a strangeness (27)


What does come off particularly well is the twinning of the historical and the humdrum. Events that shape a city (and a country) are shown through the prism of the humble Mevlut and the people who inhabit his world. The effect is at once epic and intimate. A Strangeness in My Mind is always limned by the emotional richness, slippery melancholy and empathy that Pamuk, in his unique way, brings to bear on his narrative.
The Museum of Innocence remains the book Pamuk will be remembered by. But A Strangeness in My Mind is an achievement on a colossal scale.

part of a review on the Hindustan Times, here.

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