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Fiction.
Literature.
Suspense.
Thriller.
HTML:Dread, yearning, identity, intrigue, the lethal chemistry between secular doubt and Islamic fanaticismâ??these are the elements that Orhan Pamuk anneals in this masterful, disquieting novel. An exiled poet named Ka returns to Turkey and travels to the forlorn city of Kars. His ostensible purpose is to report on a wave of suicides among religious girls forbidden to wear their head-scarves. But Ka is also drawn by his memories of the radiant Ipek, now recently divorced. Amid blanketing snowfall and universal suspicion, Ka finds himself pursued by figures ranging from Ipek's ex-husband to a charismatic terrorist. A lost gift returns with ecstatic suddenness. A theatrical evening climaxes in a massacre. And finding god may be the prelude to losing everything else. Touching, slyly comic, and humming with cerebral suspense, Snow is of immense relevance to our present mome… (altro)
un libro tra il racconto e la raccolta di poesie. Uno spaccato tra islam e occidente visto con occhi diversi. Una storia d'amore per una donna e la propria terra. Da leggere lentamente. ( )
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Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, The superstitious atheist. - Robert Browning, 'Bishop Blougram's Apology'
Politics in a literary work are a pistol-shot in the middle of a concert, a crude affair though one impossible to ignore. We are about to speak of very ugly matters. - Stendhal, The Charterhouse of Parma
Well, then, eliminate the people, curtain them, force them to be silent. Because the European Enlightenment is more important than people. - Feyodor Dostoevsky, Notebooks for The Brothers Karamazov
The Westerner in me was discomposed. - Joseph Conrad, Under Western Eyes
Dedica
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To Rüya
Incipit
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The silence of the snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver. If this were the beginning of a poem, he would have called the thing he felt inside him the silence of snow.
Citazioni
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...Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories. (p. 296)
Ultime parole
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I sat down and as I looked out the window through the snow at the orange lights of the outermost houses of the outlying neighborhoods, the shabby rooms full of people watching television, and the last snow-covered rooftops, the thin and elegantly quivering ribbons of smoke rising from the broken chimneys at last seemed a smudge through my tears.
Fiction.
Literature.
Suspense.
Thriller.
HTML:Dread, yearning, identity, intrigue, the lethal chemistry between secular doubt and Islamic fanaticismâ??these are the elements that Orhan Pamuk anneals in this masterful, disquieting novel. An exiled poet named Ka returns to Turkey and travels to the forlorn city of Kars. His ostensible purpose is to report on a wave of suicides among religious girls forbidden to wear their head-scarves. But Ka is also drawn by his memories of the radiant Ipek, now recently divorced. Amid blanketing snowfall and universal suspicion, Ka finds himself pursued by figures ranging from Ipek's ex-husband to a charismatic terrorist. A lost gift returns with ecstatic suddenness. A theatrical evening climaxes in a massacre. And finding god may be the prelude to losing everything else. Touching, slyly comic, and humming with cerebral suspense, Snow is of immense relevance to our present mome
8 novembre 2008 Piperitapitta ha scritto: ti capisco, come ti capisco!