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Kırmızı Saçlı Kadınمن حياته تمامًا بعد لقائه بذات الشعر الأحمر وحين يشكو إليها فقدان الأب تواجهه بقولها عليك أن تجد لنفسك أباً غيرە فكل واحد هنا في هذا البلد له أكثر من أب، مثل الدولة الأب، الأب المقدس، الباشا الأب، أبو المافيا هنا لا أحد يستطيع الاستمرار في العيش بلا أب فمن هي تلك المرأة الغامضة ذات الشعر الأحمر؟تحمل الرواية صورًا متعدّدة ل. Life follows mythSo it doesThe story draws upon two ancient myths Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex in which the son kills the father unknowingly and Ferdawsi’s Rustam and Sohrab taken from The Persian Book of Kings Shahnameh which is a reversal of Oedipus Rex in that it is the father who kills the son again unknowingly and the string of events that lead to both deaths and the conseuences the murderers face for their sui generis crimes The two contradictory yet complementing myths become the parameters in which the story of the eponymous Red Haired Woman and her accidental lover is setThis is by no means a retelling or adaptation of the either myth; uite the contrary Here the protagonists are very conscious of the power of the afore mentioned myth study it research it try to steer clear of it and yet see events unfold in their lives that ultimately come to a point where the myth is no longer an ancient story tucked away in books but being played right before their eyes against their will Starting from his previous novel The Strangeness in My Mind there has been a fundamental shift in Pamuk's style and the subject he deals with He abandoned the elite and middle classes and their identity problems to tell the stories of Turkey’s in particular Istanbul’s underprivileged people the have nots In addition to that he chronicled the changes being wrought in Istanbul as a result of unplanned turbo ubanisation and the fast disappearance of old arts and crafts in the age of consumerist capitalism and its compulsions The Red Haired Woman continues in the same vein It’s about the forgotten people with their now dispensable arts and now obsolete political rivalries and the fundamental geographical and social changes that were taking place in his beloved Istanbul during the transitory period of the last uarter of the 20th century and by extension in TurkeyIn his previous novel he told the story of a family of rural boza sellers but in this novel it’s about the old and dying art of manual well digging I was particularly interested in that part and found it fascinating perhaps because I could relate to some of it I am old enough to remember the dying days of well digging and functioning wells when I was growing up as a kid back in my village; a few hazy memories of the well that watered vegetables in the backyard of our country house before it had to be closed up and filled with earth when elders decided to install electrical water pumps to draw up groundwater That was in Pakistan and this story is from Turkey but it was pretty much the same in both places The wells haven't totally disappeared You can still find them in remote areas around sparsely populated hamlets where old pastoral and agrarian life continues to this dayPamuk spends a lot of pages to describe the finer details of well digging through the story of one Master Mehmut the master Well digger who takes our main protagonist Cem the narrator of two third of the story as his apprentice Things happen that cause Cem to abandon his master and run away and begin a new life in the heart of Istanbul Then we have a fast paced narrative that covers decades before the turn of events bring him back to confront his old and buried secret Cem fully aware of the guiding myths of his life tries to maneuver away from them but as fate would have it he’s unable to do soThe book is designed unevenly and I felt the middle part of the story was rushed as though the writer didn't want it to go beyond 250 printed pages or couldn't wait to get to the end of the story to reconnect with the events in the early years of Cem I also felt that Pamuk tried too hard to interpret the myths for us He kind of over explained them to the point that we already knew what's going to happen in the end That was in my opinion a weak spot and a big one All in all it's a good book but not a great one despite Pamuk's attempt to give it a solid intellectual foundation by incorporating literary mythsTRANSLATION AND ITS DISCONTENTSI am a fan of Orhan Pamuk but I have to admit that both this one as well as his previous novel The Strangeness are uite prosaic and conventionally told The lyrical intense and rich style of his older pre Nobel novels seems to have disappeared Some reviewers have suggested it might have to do with the new translator one Ekin Oklap after Maureen Freely the erstwhile translator of his top rated books was let go But I don’t uite think this is the case You can easily recognise and love Pamuk’s style in Snow The Black Book The Museum of Innocence The White Castle and My Name is Red The first three are translated by Maureen Freely but the last two are translated by Victoria Holbrook and Erdağ Göknar respectively and Göknar’s one translation happens to be the best of all This means that what we know of Pamuk’s style and voice isn’t reliant on the translations of Maureen Freely alone If three translators between themselves could maintain his style in five books there is no reason why Ekin Oklap would not have been able to do the same Since I don’t know any Turkish to compare with the originals I have to deduce from the above that it’s not really Ekin Oklap’s fault but Pamuk’s own style has undergone a change in his recent writings I’ve argued elsewhere that he might be running out of steam which isn’t an uncommon phenomenon even with good writers You can detect a writer’s literary weariness when you read Maruez’s swansong Memories of My Melancholy Whores; and not surprisingly being as scrupulous as he was he didn’t write anything during the last 20 years of his life It might just be time for Pamuk to sit back and think hard about what he is going to write next or whether he’s going to write anything at allOctober '18

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في أحدث رواياته، يأخذنا أورهان باموق إلى بلدة صغيرة على بعد 30 ميل من إسطنبول فيعود بنا إلى الماضي القريب في ثمانينيات القرن العشرين حيث الانقلابات والأحداث السياسية المشتعلة، من خلال علاقة حفار آبار ومساعدە الصغيرفي ذات الشعر الأحمر يبحث البطل عن بديل للأب الذي اختفى، فتتطور علاقته مع حفار الآبار قبل أن يتعرض لحادث يُغير. DIG and RUN I became transfixed by thoughts uestions opinions and judgments about Cem taking the train back home to Istanbul when he did at the end of Part I of this story There are three parts to this novel Each are different related connected but different The novel comes together brilliantly at the end but this is one twisted story My goodness A familiar lovelorn pursuit took me back to The Museum of Innocence Similar to The Museum of Innocence I was expecting deluded hopes for 16 year old Cem but the bigger surprise was when things took another path The Red Haired Woman much older reciprocates in an evening of sexual escapades Cem is a well digger apprentice for a MASTER Mahmut on the outskirts of Istanbul The 'master' is domineering very strict and expects Cem to obey his orders DO AS HE SAYSOften in Orhan Pamuk's books there comes a moment when it feels like 'nails on the chalkboard' for me DIGGING DIGGING DIGGINGif you've 'ever' had fantasies about being a well diggerhaha this book should end that fantasy But all digging and work without a little fun for a 16 year old boy would be a killer so Cem finds 'enjoyment' resting under his favorite walnut tree and visiting the traveling Tent of Morality Tales with lust to watch The Red Haired Woman perform However even though Cem was melting in 'sexual love heaven' from having lost his virginity an accident at work sends Cem skipping town he leaves his Master at the bottom of the well whom he presumes to be dead But is he Dig and Run Back in Istanbul we get a modern experience of the city bookstores cafés the University which Cem becomes a geology studentand gets married Thirty years later his incomplete life comes back for a visitTWISTED twisted twisted twisted and very enjoyable45I took a 12 mark off because if I had to keep experiencing the DIGGING I thought I was going to die of thirst and or scream

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Kırmızı Saçlı Kadın Free read è 104 ´ في أحدث رواياته، يأخذنا أورهان باموق إلى بلدة صغيرة على بعد 30 ميل من إسطنبول فيعود بنا إلى الماضي القريب في ثمانينيات القرن العشرين حيث الانقلابات والأحداث السياسلعلاقة المتوترة بين الآباء والأبناء، يبدو الجانب السياسي واضحًا لكن الجانب الرومانسي هو الآخر حاضر هنا بقوة عبر سلسلة متداخلة من الأساطير والقصص والمشاعر، ولمحة إثارة وغموض، يربط باموق كل هذە الأشياء معًا ويغزلها في نسيج يجعل القارئ يلهث معه حتى السطر الأخيرإنها رواية عن الأسرة والحب، الشباب والعَجَز، التقاليد والحداث?. ​I'm a huge fan of the soulful and brilliant Turkish Nobel Prize winning novelist Orhan Pamuk So when I heard he had a new release published in the US last month I got my hands on it as soon as possibleI loved The Red Haired Woman an alluring tale of a teenager who is hired as the apprentice of a master welldigger to find water on a barren plain on the outskirts of Istanbul During his time on the job he meets a beautiful red haired woman His affair with her transforms him in unimaginable ways I loved Pamuk's intimate storytelling his stunning prose filled with poetic dreamlike musings and old Persian and Greek literature which he weaves into his narrative Orhan Pamuk's books are as high uality as modern literature gets fine dining on the bookshelfThis is the fourth book of his that I have read and I'm beginning to see a recurring theme of heartbreak lost Iove and longing I wonder if Pamuk had his heart broken in his youth Some writers have said that if you want to become a novelist go out and get your heart broken Well if this the case for Pamuk it worked out for him Heartbreak or no heartbreak whenever I read a book by him I always feel like I'm reading a classic though it is not a classic as he is still aliveBelow is a snapshot of his stunning proseThe purple peaks toward the Black Sea had assumed a strange blue shade and the rare clumps of trees among the drab jaundiced plots in the plains behind the mountains seemed particularly greenit was all beautiful and a part of me knew that the reason I felt this way was that beautiful red haired woman I had just seen standing in the doorway of her house