Hanneke van der Heijden Libros

Estambul es un retrato de una de las ciudades más fascinantes de la Europa que mira a Asia. Pero es también una autobiografía, la del propio Orhan Pamuk. Su historia empieza en la infancia, recordando cómo tomó conciencia de que vivía en un espacio plagado de melancolía, un lugar que arrastraba un pasado glorioso e intentaba hacerse un hueco en la "modernidad". Esta elegía sirve para acercarnos a villas fantasmagóricas y callejuelas secretas, a estatuas valiosas y mutantes, a pintores, escritores y célebres asesinos. A una ciudad donde, por encima de todo, destaca el terapéutico Bósforo, que en la memoria del narrador es vida, salud y felicidad.

Posle ove knjige Istok nije ono što je bio pre. Orhan Pamuk ovoga puta vaskrsava čudesni svet Orijenta s njegovim bojama, umetnošću, estetikom i tajanstvenim duhom. Zovem se Crveno je pripovest o umetnosti, ljubavi, sreći, životu, smrti, na trenutke rasprava o suštini islamske umetnosti i poimanja sveta, ispričana kroz sudbine slikara minijatura i kaligrafa u Carigradu s kraja 16. veka. Bogatstvo jezika, obilje slika, asocijacija, poniranje u bit islamske civilizacije i njene dodire s renesansnim duhom, jedinstvena kompozicija i struktura dela potvrđuju da je Orhan Pamuk jedan od najvećih pisaca dvadeset prvog veka. Veza između prošlog i sadašnjeg vremena sadržana je i u boji. Crveno je boja osvete i smrti, ali, ponajviše, boja strasti, nadahnuća i umetnosti. A možda je, po Pamuku, ime univerzuma - Crveno!

The year is 1992. Ka, a poet and political exile, returns to Turkey as a journalist, assigned to investigate troubling reports of suicide in the small and mysterious city of Kars on the Turkish border. The snow is falling fast as he arrives, and soon all roads are closed. There's a 'suicide epidemic' amongst young religious women forbidden to wear their headscarves. Islamists are poised to win the local elections and Ka is falling in love with the beautiful and radiant Ipek, now recently divorced. Amid blanketing snowfall and universal suspicion, he finds himself pursued by terrorism in a city wasting away under the shadow of Europe. In the midst of growing religious and political violence, the stage is set for a terrible and desperate act . . . Touching, slyly comic, and humming with cerebral suspense, Snow evokes the spiritual fragility of the non-Western world, its ambivalence about the godless West, and its fury. 'A novel of profound relevance to our present moment' The Times