A Master S
tory-teller of recent discovery.
"Painting and Happiness. I would like my dear readers who have given close attention to my story and my fate to bear these two things in mind, as they are the genesis of my world." — I AM CALLED BLACK
If i attempt to give a review on this literary masterpiece i fear i will fall into a pit of understating or overstating what concerns this book as it is in itself ‘Sublime‘ as Sublime can be. What i can say is it will take you in a close-encounter with every character, may it be an Animate or an Inanimate entity. Expect each of them to divulge every vile and horrifying account, expect to shudder upon reading them, expect to love Pamuk for his florid passages of his erudite grasp on things that concerns Art, Love and Death. You will chance upon a corpse addressing the reader and on later chapters a coin will eventually pop out of no-where, a tree will take its own language and languish in melancholy " I am a tree and i am quite lonely. I weep in the rain. . . Drink down your coffee so your sleep abandons you and your eyes open wide. Stare at me as you would at jinns and let me explain why i’m so alone’.
"Discover who I am from the color of my words."
"I don’t want to be a tree, i want to be it’s meaning."
"Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight."
"I am not me but eternally thee."
January 14, 2008
