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Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence. I must say, when I first started reading this book, I groaned inwardly. Why have I waited so long to experience your writing? Because that is what this was.

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The Museum of Innocence. I HAD NOT said, This trip to Paris is not on business, Mother. For if she’d asked my reason, I could not have offered her a proper answer, having concealed the purpose even from myself. In Istanbul I’d always seen Füsun through the prism of my obsession; but in the plane I could see my obsession, and Füsun, from the outside. I felt such consolation, the same deep understanding, as I wandered idly around museums. I do not mean the Louvre or the Beaubourg, or the other crowded, ostentatious ones of that ilk; I am speaking now of the many empty museums I found in Paris, the collections that no one ever visits.

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A resounding confirmation that Orhan Pamuk is one of the great novelists of his generation. Istanbul maps the geography of Pamuk’s soul. Reading The Museum of Innocence, most readers will find themselves falling deeply in love with that magical city. With this book, he literally puts love in our hands. The Plain Dealer (Cleveland) A belletristic banquet.

It is a novel of love. Real eastern love between Kemal, who is offshoot of one of the powers families in city and Sibel, from another great family. At one time his cousins violate the code of virginit. y, a rift begins to open between Kemal and the world of the Westernized Istanbul bourgeosie-a world, as he lovingly describes it, with opulent parties and clubs, society gossip, restaurant rituals, picnics, and mansions on the Bosphorus, infused with the melancholy of decay-until finally he breaks off his engagement to Sibel. But his resolve comes too late

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As I read this book, nearly giving up several times, I kept asking, "Does the world really need another novel about a man obsessed with an unobtainable woman? Didn't Proust and Nabokov cover that ground pretty well?"

And those two did it with style; Pamuk (or is it just his narrator?) has the flattest, least enchanting style imaginable. Just try to find an interesting metaphor or captivating turn of phrase in this book! The only element that really kept me going was the museum references, which at first I took to be the one literary conceit of the book, but gradually realized was meant literally--the guy really did plan to build a museum to memorialize his love.

But finally I was glad to have finished the novel just to have that last sentence rear up and reward me with a slap me in the face (No no no! Do NOT jump ahead and read that final sentence! It will give you a shock that makes you reconsider the entire five hundred and some pages that preceded it, and it will--or should, I think--give you a final thrill of deja-vu equal to that at the end of "In Search of Lost Time"). Still, I think the dang thing could have been shortened by a couple of hundred pages without losing much of importance.

I now have Pamuk's picture book, "The Innocence of Objects" to look forward to. It promises to be quite a bit more riveting than the novel. (At least it has pictures.)

Just one other note: the author provides a glossary of names at the end. Much more helpful would have been a guide to Turkish pronunciation and an explanation of letters that don't appear in our alphabet, such as the i with no dot in Tarik's name and elsewhere.
This is an enjoyable read that is very smoothly narrated, with an easy-going quality. The story is divided into numerous small segments that serve well as digestible bite-size chunks, each one a temptation to read the next. Structurally it is also flawed, however- it drags on too long and could be improved by the ommission of four or five chapters of extraneous detail that go nowhere and contribute little to the plot. The author documents every detail of Turkish domestic life in the 1970's with the zeal of a curator, but goes slightly overboard. Despite this he manages to hold the tension right through to the final denouement, with his appealing and delightful evocation of romantic feeling.

The tragic ending is far too predictable though, and it follows an age-old literary pattern: love is elusive, brief and crowned by death. For once it would have been so much more satisfying to let love continue into old age.

Pamuk parodies lovesickness and the cult of virginity to ridiculous levels. We are expected to believe that a wealthy and succesful 30 yr old man would obsess to the point of pursuing his lost love for 8 years without even a hint of reciprocation or encouragement from her; that he is ecstatic to ceremoniously rub himself down in the hint of scent lingering on her discarded cigarette butts; we are asked to accept that she spends 8 years in a marriage that is never consummated.

Given that Pamuk humorously chooses to resort to such an unoriginal formula, it strikes me that we are probably being asked to view this tale in light of its wider concepts. The heroine Fusun, while adorable, is essentially a powerless figure. Her charm lies in her non-threatening girlish cuteness, her attractiveness in the somewhat inept lack of threat she presents to the patriarchy. Reliant on her looks and the favours of men to get ahead, she is also continually trapped, hampered and subtly controlled by men. In a male-dominated society still repressed by islamic tradition, she can find no way to self-development, self-expression or self-realisation. Her only escape, therefore, her only means of taking control of her own life, is ultimately suicide, and that becomes the most powerful action she undertakes.

Despite the absurd review from the Washington post on the front cover "with this book he literally puts love in our hands!"- this book does not depict love, but selfish obsession. The protagonist, Kemal, lives entirely for his own gratification and never puts the interests of his "beloved" first. A self-absorbed and pampered young man from a priveleged background, he never really gains the readers sympathy and while much of the intimacy is touchingly worded, it still reads like a parody of a sixteenth century chivalric romance. Ultimately Fusun is objectified for her beauty and in the final pages there is a strong sense of her being just another trophy, a prized possesion to be collected and looked at. It is almost as if the author is unaware of having created this final impression.
I purchased this book because it was read by John Lee. John Lee (as usual) is a brilliant narrator as he is so easy to listen to. He keeps you engaged and his multi-lingual talents are outstanding. I had never read anything by Orhan Pamuk and I was interested in learning something about life in Turkey. While I did learn quite a bit about Turkey in the 1970s and 80s, the story proved to be a great disappointment. The book was written in the first person of Kemal Bey, the fictional son of a wealthy businessman in Istanbul. The beginning is interesting, and the end of the novel picks up some steam. Most of the book is slow and I found Kemal Bey's character to be annoying at times. It would have been interesting to have heard how Fusun felt as she was silent for most of the novel. The concept of the author creating a physical museum with items found in everyday life in Turkey and then creating a novel to include many of them is very clever. I give Orhan Pamuk credit for his creativity on that level. I only wish that the story had not been so slow and one-dimensional at times.