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İstanbul: Hatıralar ve Şehir quotes İstanbul: Hatıralar ve Şehir, litcharts İstanbul: Hatıralar ve Şehir, symbolism İstanbul: Hatıralar ve Şehir, summary shmoop İstanbul: Hatıralar ve Şehir, İstanbul: Hatıralar ve Şehir 76fc8735 A Shimmering Evocation, By Turns Intimate And Panoramic, Of One Of The World S Great Cities, By Its Foremost Writer Orhan Pamuk Was Born In Istanbul And Still Lives In The Family Apartment Building Where His Mother First Held Him In Her Arms His Portrait Of His City Is Thus Also A Self Portrait, Refracted By Memory And The Melancholy Or H Z Nthat All Istanbullus Share The Sadness That Comes Of Living Amid The Ruins Of A Lost EmpireWith Cinematic Fluidity, Pamuk Moves From His Glamorous, Unhappy Parents To The Gorgeous, Decrepit Mansions Overlooking The Bosphorus From The Dawning Of His Self Consciousness To The Writers And Painters Both Turkish And Foreign Who Would Shape His Consciousness Of His City Like Joyce S Dublin And Borges Buenos Aires, Pamuk S Istanbul Is A Triumphant Encounter Of Place And Sensibility, Beautifully Written And Immensely Moving


10 thoughts on “İstanbul: Hatıralar ve Şehir

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    B 79% Good Notes An effective, inviting blend of history and memoir Though the word melancholy is overused to the point of clich.


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    Pamuk was already one of my favourite authors when I read his memoir of his beloved city Istanbul in conjunction with a family vacation there What an amazing reading experience that was Imagine that old, old city, full of stories after centuries of human interaction, of cultural clashes and exchanges, of architectural wonders and wars of destruction And then imagine one of its most talented writers, a storyteller with the power of 1001 nights, telling the story of the city from his personal angle, sharing his historical knowledge, his family history, and personal relationships, both fictional and real Imagine walking the streets and recognising each cobblestone Pamuk mentions Imagine going to the markets and taking in the colours and flavours of the spices that he describes, hearing the voices of the lively sellers and buyers, engaged in an everyday dialogue that you might not understand, but feel close to all of a sudden, as you have the voice of Pamuk in your head.Imagine feeling connected to a completely foreign world through the literary masterpiece of an author who knows how to cross the bridge between Asia and Europe, both literally and figuratively speaking Imagine moving around that beautiful, powerful city with your own family while stepping into the living room of Pamuk s childhood home, meeting his relatives from different generations.Imagine feeling the h z n, the melancholy of Istanbul, almost as if it was possible to touch it physically, guided by Pamuk s experience of spiritual loss as a chain that links together a city in an eternal identity crisis For me it has always been a city of ruins and of end of empire melancholy I ve spent my life either battling with this melancholy or like all stanbullus making it my own Identity crisis as the defining element of identity itself that is an idea only literature can explain and transmit, in conjunction with the black and white photographs of a fictional past glory and the experience of intense life carried out on the streets of modern Istanbul.As readable as Dickens London tales and Zola s accounts of Paris, Pamuk gives his home town the best tribute possible he invites literary travellers to participate in the imagination of its torn soul.Brilliant I couldn t help seeing the city partially with the Scandinavian painter s eyes as well, seeing Zorn s painting of the Bosporus as a visual tribute to the melancholy beauty of local life that Pamuk celebrates.East meets West.


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    It is just lucky that I happened to read Menocal s Ornament of the World just before this, as it perfectly prepared me for the psychological labyrinth that is this book It introduced me to a beautiful, helpful image for Pamuk s creation the memory palaces and memory gardens This is not an introduction to Istanbul, it is a memory palace worthy of the wildest child s fantasies that haunt this tapestry Perhaps John Adams, the minimalist composer, put it best when discussing his piece On the Transmigration of Souls, which was dedicated to 9 11, as he said I want to avoid words like requiem or memorial when describing this piece because they too easily suggest conventions that this piece doesn t share If pressed, I d probably call the piece a memory space It s a place where you can go and be alone with your thoughts and emotions The link to a particular historical event in this case to 9 11 is there if you want to contemplate it But I hope that the piece will summon human experience that goes beyond this particular event Similarly, Orhan Pamuk is not writing a Decline and Fall of Istanbul, in a strict economic and political reactionary sense It s much than that.Pamuk chooses to depict the city in which he has lived all fifty years of his life through his own personal experience This is an experience created out of the analysis and painting childhood memories, personal family tragedy and happiness, famous literary figures and creations, perspectives of newspapers, and reports of oddities Added to this is descriptions of city wide feelings, doings, and happenings, and most importantly, the concept of huzun , a complicated, honorable, tenaciously held communal melancholy that Pamuk believes lies over the city, and of course the endless big words East and West shoving their heads together in the midst of people just trying to live their lives.Pamuk deals with big questions that fascinate me, such as How do you go on when all that you know has died , Do you have to burn the past in order to live in the present , What does this word West mean, and whom does it mean this to , How do you deal with multiple identities that tear you apart , What is the psychological effect of the generations who repress themselves in order to get along with the new power nations on the block and survive , How do you live when all the legends have done it better , What is this attachment we have for certain places , Who is allowed to have a valid perspective on a place, or a culture, and why do perspectives from certain sources produce such anger etc.He also deals with questions on a smaller, personal scale, which is why this is as much a personal psychological study as it is a national one How do we become who we are , Why must we be other , in order to see ourselves , endless questions on personal identity and choice and conflicts with family, the past, the present, and the impossible future and trying to come up with choices that please or rebel against all Pamuk shows us an Istanbul drenched in longing a longing that it appears nobody knows how to solve, caught between so many poles that people s heads spin It is a place covered in huzun the melancholy stressed above that somehow people just cannot get rid of, nearly a century after the Ottoman empire fell He describes its honorable nature, its communal nature, the complicated opinions people have towards the past and the Westernizing present and future Anyone who has paid attention to Turkish politics should recognize the pull between East and West where what people think is Western is sometimes misunderstood, and what being modern really is He shows us a tortured place where even beauty is full of pain The Bosphorous is presented as an endless possibility, a soothing slice of heaven surrounding the city, a place to escape at the beginning of the book, and the author s complicated outlook morphs it into a source of threats and danger by the end He shows us stark pictures of the poverty of the wings of Istanbul, and then writes tortured chapters arguing with 19th century western authors who praised the picturesque beauty of the broken down areas of the city He shows us a place where people ape Western thought and ideas and dress, and look down on anyone who isn t European enough, and yet a place where the newspapers publish glowing accounts of the poor neighborhoods with romanticized accounts of people living pure, Turkish, old fashioned lives every year, and where the checkered Ottoman past is openly celebrated each year He writes a chapter on Under Western Eyes, describing this conflict, and yet openly admits that it is Westerners who see the city the way that he does and then he tortures himself about that too Pamuk s city is, needless to say perhaps after all that, a place where nobody can be easy with themselves, where they are going, where they are, or where they came from And in that way, I think, Pamuk is able to make a microcosm of our ever complicated, globalized world, where the 19th century savior of identity, nationalism, is breaking down, and what will rise to replace it is so far uncertain Therefore, I really don t care if you ever want to go to Istanbul or not, this book helped Orhan Pamuk win the Nobel Prize for a reason I think that we would all be a little patient with the world if everyone listened to what Pamuk has to say.PS Whoever put this in the Travel section next to Under the Tuscan Sun, EPIC FAIL.


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    Istanbul, Hat ralar ve ehir Istanbul Memories and the City, 2005, Orhan PamukIstanbul Memories and the City stanbul Hat ralar ve ehir is a largely autobiographical memoir by Orhan Pamuk that is deeply melancholic It talks about the vast cultural change that has rocked Turkey the unending battle between the modern and the receding past It is also a eulogy to the lost joint family tradition Most of all, it is a book about Bosphorus and Istanbul s history with the strait It was translated into English by Maureen Freely in 2005 2014 1391 495 9789644484704 20


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    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 eloquence of the language Nor am I going to comment on the exquisite 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 eloquently 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 unique 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 Ch.31 I would begin to observe myself from the outside, as if in a dream Ch.34 At moments I felt that I ve never related to an author, or to his seeking the picturesque 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 quit long ago Istanbul Memories and the City will always be one of my treasured reads.


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