Okay, I'm going to tell it as it is.  Nobel-winning writer aside, this book is insufferable.  I frankly don't understand the hype, the glowing , attention from the New Yorker - this book is bad.  Really bad.

The story revolves around a privileged man in Istanbul who has a short affair with a shopgirl and proceeds to become completely obsessed with her.  So obsessed is he that after the girl marries someone else, he ends up sitting at their dinner table for the next 8 years.

When Kemal is not hopping around the latest upper-class Istanbul hotspots, he's becoming an expert kleptomaniac, pocketing everything around Füsun's house.  He reports back about his activities with glee - "After having taken all those matchboxes, and Fusun's cigarette butts, and the saltshakers, the coffee cups, the hairpins, and the barrettes - things not difficult to pick up, because people rarely notice them missing - I began to set my sights on things ashtrays, cups, and slippers…"  Several pages later, we find out that "during my eight years of going to the Keskins' for supper, I was able to squirrel away 4,213 of Fusun's cigarette buts.  Each one of these had touched her rosy lips and entered her mouth, some even touching her tongue and becoming moist [shock of all shocks!] as I would discover when I put my finger on the filter soon after she had stubbed the cigarette out; the stubs, reddened by her lovely lipstick, bore the unique impress of her lips at some moment whose memory was laden with anguish or bliss…"

There are plenty of signs that Kemal's obsession is not well received.  Going back to cigarette stubbing, we find out that "sometimes she would stub it out with evident anger, sometimes with impatience. I had seen her stub out a cigarette in anger many times, and this caused me disquiet."

This might be an interesting storyline if it wasn't the same old hogwash repeating itself for 560 pages.  There are entire chapters of this.  Allow me to list out some chapter names for you:  "The Melancholy of Autumn" is followed by "Cold and Lonely November Days".  A few chapters later, there is a chapter titled "An Indignant and Broken Heart Is of No Use to Anyone."  

Other reviewers have tried to find beauty in this book by its descriptions of Istanbul in the 1970's.  Some have claimed that Pamuk's "museum" is a commemoration of a time and a place in Istanbul and that the book tries to showcase a lost culture. I disagree.  Sure there are a few pages scattered here and there about Istanbul, and sure, the writing does shine in a few small  segments.  But the vast majority of the book is about Fusun's lips, tears, anger, family, dinners, cigarette butts, marriage, saltshakers, eyes, expressions and words.  These discourses have only the most tangential relation to anything enlightening about 1970's Istanbul.

There is a disconcerting conceit about the author, when he introduces himself as a character - "This is how I came to seek out the esteemed Orhan Pamuk, who has narrated the story in my name and with my approval… I had also heard that he was a man lovingly devoted to his work and who took storytelling seriously."  There is a lot more self-advertising in this book, but I won't delve into it.  Suffice it to say that I really suffered through this book and would have abandoned it were it not so bad that I spent most of my time thinking about how I would justify such a critical review of such a well-hyped book.520 s2 comments Ahmad Sharabiani9,564 1 follower

Masumiyet müzesi = The Museum of Innocence, Orhan Pamuk

The Museum of Innocence is a novel by Orhan Pamuk, Nobel-laureate Turkish novelist published on August 29, 2008.

The book, set in Istanbul between 1975 and 1984, is an account of the love story between the wealthy businessman Kemal and a poorer distant relative of his, Füsun.

Kemal has been engaged to a pretty girl named Sibel for two months when he meets a shop girl, Füsun, while buying a handbag for his fiancee.

What follows in the next month and a half is an intense and secretive physical and emotional relationship between them.

Kemal's happiest moment of life comes while making love the day Füsun confesses her deep love for him.

Though it is clear that he has also fallen completely for Füsun, Kemal keeps denying this to himself, believing that his marriage with Sibel and secret relationship could continue forever.

His reverie is broken when Füsun disappears just after attending his engagement. Now he has to come to terms with his deep attachment and love for Füsun.

He goes through a very painful period for about a year, unable to meet Füsun and deriving consolation from objects and places related to his beloved and their lovemaking.

His engagement to Sibel breaks off and finally Füsun responds to his letter and agrees to meet him. Füsun has got married, living with her husband and parents and pretends to meet Kemal just as a distant relation, with undercurrents of anger.

For the next eight years Kemal keeps visiting the family for supper and expressing his love for Füsun in various ways, while finding consolation in various objects related to her that he carries away from the house.

Finally after her father’s death, circumstances lead Füsun to divorce her husband.

Füsun and Kemal are to be married after a trip around Europe together, but fate has something else in store and they become separated forever after a night of intense love-making.

Kemal regards each object related to Füsun and their love, collected over the years, as portraying some discrete moment of happiness and bliss in the passage of those nine years.

He decides to convert Füsun’s house into a museum of innocence, including all these objects and also other memorabilia related to the period.

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One thing I just realized, whenever I am about to finish reading a book, usually some sketchy ideas or sentences appear in my mind, so that right after I finish it, I can just open Goodreads, rate the book and write those ideas. I am also usually satisfied after writing three or four paragraphs, feeling that I have said what I have to say. But, I can't do that with Pamuk's books.

The night I finished this book, I was sitting at my desk with my hands laid on the closed book. I was staring past the glare of my computer screen. I smiled. Yes, I did smile! I slept soundly that night too. Rather victoriously..

I felt that I had just concluded a life story of a dear friend whom I know so well. He was in love. A love that tortured him, exhilarated him, inspired him to do mad things for "normal" people. "Normal" meaning people who are not in love.

Reading this book was not all a joyride. There were moments, when obsession really caught Kemal, whom later I called a friend just because I know so much about him, that I wanted to slap him in the face and say "Wake up! Enough already! Stop being this pathetic and get a life, man!" Of course, he didn't do that. I almost stopped reading at this point. That is how rich and heavy Pamuk can describe obsession.

Then the story took its turn and the mood was changing. I was exhausted. I read a review somewhere that the love would not end happily as in fairy tales. Somehow tragic love story is more worth writing, so they say. So, I didn't have much hope for the bright light at the end of the tunnel. I just wanted to complete the journey. I was prepared for the worst.

But Pamuk is such a master story-teller. He didn't just give you a relief from this journey. He took you to another path. A heroic one. A path that only a mad person would take. Well, mad.. or brave. Or simply in love!

This crazy friend of mine was not set to build a Taj Mahal for his love. But a museum! A place where Time becomes Space. I know I will never look at a museum in the way I used to.

Humorous element gave an extra flavour to the already rich taste in the last part of the book. I when Pamuk himself appeared on the stage and interacted with his own creations, tying up loose ends and wrapping up the story with a victorious last sentence. For those who haven't read the book or are still reading it: Yes, you can take a peek at it first if you want to. But I would rather leave it for later :-)

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Additional note:

Finally Michael Silverblatt, the host of KCRW Bookworm podcast, interviewed Orhan Pamuk. So far, Silverblatt is the best talk show host for writers. Being an avid reader himself, his questions are insightful and often surprising to the writers themselves because he presents a point of view that the writers haven't thought of.
You can listen to the podcast here:
http://www.kcrw.com/etc/programs/bw/b...

2009 favorites finished199 s1 comment Grace Tjan187 541

I must confess that for the last five years, I have had a love and hate relationship with Orhan Pamuk (I also had a similar relationship with Charles Dickens, but thatÂ’s another matter altogether).

Pamuk’s style is meticulous and ornate, intensely introspective, sometimes deliberately repetitive, shot through with that particular Turkish kind of melancholy called ‘huzun’. At his best, his prose achieves a poetic, hypnotic quality that makes My Name Is Red such a compelling, mesmerizing read. But what John Updike described as a Proustian ‘arabesques of introspection’ could also easily devolve into interminable navel gazing that makes wading through his novels, such as The White Castle, a ponderous undertaking. This novel is a mixed bag of both the strengths and weaknesses of his style.

It begins promisingly enough with a love triangle between Kemal, the young scion of one of Istanbul’s wealthiest family, Sibel, his Sorbonne-educated fiancée, and Fusun, a poor, distant relation who happens to be a nubile 18 year-old beauty contest finalist. Their illicit romance, consummated in an empty apartment filled with his mother’s abandoned possessions (surely there’s a Freudian subtext here?), slowly consumes Kemal’s life, and yet he still clings to Sibel, who is not only understanding but is also willing to nurse him through lovesickness for her rival. This earlier part of the novel is quite compelling, although the eroticism occasionally veers towards the graphically icky territory (“As our kisses grew even longer, a honeyed pool of warm saliva gathered in the great cave that was our mouths combined, sometimes leaking a little down our chins…”). However, as Sibel finally gives up on her errant fiancée and Fusun contracts a reputation-saving shotgun marriage to an aspiring screenwriter, Kemal (and the narrative) becomes bogged down in a mire of repetitive, increasingly self-indulgent ruminations. This part depicts eight years of the characters’ lives in which the following happens:

1. Kemal hangs out with Fusun, her husband, and her parents;

2. while with her, he is transcendentally moved by some gesture or words from his beloved;

3. he steals (“collects”) things that remind him of such moments, such as the soda bottle that she drank from, the saltshaker that she used during dinner, the ceramic dog figurine that sat on top of her TV, cigarette butts (all 4,213 of them, meticulously classified according to how they were crushed),etc. He then carefully stores these items in the empty apartment and sometimes mouths them when he misses her;

4. he makes feeble, half-hearted attempts at producing a movie in which she is going to star in, but is eventually too repulsed by the notion that she will have to do a kissing scene --- or worse, be pawed over by actors and directors --- that he never goes through with it;

5. Fusun pouts and sulks;

6. Kemal is devastated;

7. repeat.

This goes on for hundreds of pages. There is a chapter titled ‘Sometimes’ (in which every sentence begins with that word) which contains nothing but random snippets of their daily life. It is cute for one or two pages, but exhausting as a chapter-length exercise.

I began to scan the pages. How long is this thing going to be on?

And then suddenly there was a twist in the story and it became good --- really good. I couldn’t stop reading --- and hoping. I forgave Kemal for being a borderline creep with his ‘collecting’ and I forgave Fusun for being so wrapped up in her acting ambition. I wanted them to drive away into the sunset in Kemal’s ’56 Chevrolet and live happily ever after in a Turkish dreamland.

And it all ends in a sigh --- a big sigh.

And suddenly you understand everything: the years of waiting, the lifetime of remembering, the significance of mundane things, the obsession with collecting, and why there is a need for so many museums in this world.

“In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart’s compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing sense of Time.”
2010 contemporary-fiction ebook ...more120 s ChelseyAuthor 2 books146

An extremely tedious, depressing read.
I can honestly say that I read the first 150 pages, and then started skimming the rest (which I NEVER do, since I love reading) in search for dialogue.It is so melancholy and slow.

It reminded me of being in a room with an extremely self absorbed person, who blabbers on and on, touching the same points over and over again without really any concern if you're listening or not.

The writing style is also overly detailed, describing dry conversations with business associates, the Turkish movie industry, and one entire chapter was dedicated to a discussion about a clock in Fusun's home. Absolutely unnecessary!

It starts out well enough, with an interesting love triangle between Kemal, Fusun, and Sibel. I had high hopes that Kemal would take the high road and do the right thing (that is, break off his relationship with Sibel right away and start his pursuit of Fusun).

But NO! I did not feel an ounce of compassion for Kemal's plight. He was arrogant enough to think himself lucky to have a fiancée and mistress. He considered himself as part of an elite group of men happy enough to entertain the thought of having a wife and lover on the side.
In short, WHAT AN ASSHOLE!

I could see that he loved Fusun (or at the very least, was infatuated), but he didn't respect her enough to do what was right and break off his engagement to Sibel as soon as he started having an affair.
I felt extremely frustrated that it was Sibel, NOT Kemal, who eventually broke off the engagement.

My only consolation is that Kemal later acknowledges that he had been terribly irresponsible. Damn rights!

There was also a significant creep factor to Kemal's obsession with Fusun. I can sympathize that a parting gift to remind you of lost love can be soothing. But he takes his to a whole new level!
I hated him describing how he had a pair of her white panties on display in the museum (seriously??? Not cool, dude).
And how he'd "mouth" certain things he stole from her? Ewwww. Or how he'd try to imitate her and in some way, become Fusun? What a nut job.

But, being the romantic that I am, I rooted for them to end up together in the end. And when they finally do, I was elated! This whole depressing, awful book had suddenly been worth it. And then what happens?
Fusun dies! I won't give away all the details about how that happens, but it left me feeling as if the book had been meaningless.

Take two irresponsible, immature people, add sex to the equation and what do you get? An absolute disaster.

I had been excited to read this book, as I would love to see Turkey someday and thought it would be an incredible romance. But it ended up being horrible.
I can't believe this book has received so many 4 or 5 star ratings.108 s Sawsan1,000

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Wow!!!!!!!!

Update: WOW!!!!!

NOTE: Some people may think ..."what is she talking about?" ...nails on a chalkboard & obsessive? Yes...'sometimes'...but My God --in the best of all ways!! The writing is beyond gorgeous -and the story --OMG!

I own this book! (Sorry...'not' giving it away).

When I saw that Steve-goodreads member, was reading the 'not yet' released book, "A Strangeness in My Mind" --due out in a couple of days --I was a little envious! :)

Istanbul: "A Love letter to a City"....(nobody could write it better than Orhan Pamuk)!



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“Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it is said always to do. I began each day with the hope that the next day would be better, my recollections a little less pointed, but I would awake to the same pain, as if a black lamp were burning eternally inside me, radiating darkness.”
— Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence

I must say, when I first started reading this book, I groaned inwardly. I had come across it while I was researching the Turkish word huzun (melancholia). However, IÂ’m not a big fan of books with romantic storylines (I had my fill as a teen), and when I found out this particular romantic storyline was between two cousins, Kemal, a rich 30 year old who happens to be engaged, and 18 year old Fusun, a poor shopkeeper, I groaned even more.

Kemal is creepy! His obsession with Fusun didnÂ’t sound believable at all to me. He gets to the point of collecting all of FusunÂ’s cigarette butts for his museum which is in honour of her, as well as other knick-knacks. I donÂ’t think many men would collect their loved oneÂ’s cigarette butts and label them by date collected. Kemal reminds me a bit of Bella from Twilight in the sense that he dumps all his friends and family to obsessively mope over his love. This particular sort of angst isnÂ’t becoming in someone over the age of 16.

The book did have some redeeming points. IÂ’ve never read any books set in Turkey before and Pamuk sets the book in an interesting time period (the 1970s) when Turkey was still traditional but moving towards the modern. On top of that, thereÂ’s the political unrest. I think that made the story slightly more interesting. Discussions on the clashes of cultures between traditional Turkey and modern Turkey, including Turkish elites who had been educated in Europe and America, were interesting. I wish this part had been elaborated more because I would have d a more in-depth comparison.

I got annoyed by the one-dimensional portrayal of women. I feel that Kemal only fell in love with Fusun because she was beautiful and had entered a beauty pageant. Kemal’s fiancée stayed with him despite knowing he cheated. Women were obviously looked at as mere trophies. Then again, that’s true in a lot of places even now.

I did get a Proustian feel while reading it. The protagonistÂ’s musings were indeed very introspective but more obsessive than ProustÂ’s, obsessive to a point that they didnÂ’t seem believable, IÂ’d say. Kemal was definitely absolutely obsessed and extreme but reading his thoughts was interesting.

Maybe not the best book to read on Christmas day but I'm glad I finally read something by Pamuk.
asia historical-fiction65 s Marieke333 194

I think this will be a short review because i don't want to give too much away. This is probably one of the more unique books i've ever read, done completely unpretentiously. most of the time i was reading it, i was thoroughly swept up in its melancholy atmosphere, but as the story began to resolve toward the very end, the tone lightened and i happily noted Orhan Pamuk's sense of humor and ability to make fun of himself. at least that is how i processed certain things at the end of the book.

as a novelized catalog of a very intimate and personal museum, the book cleverly documents one man's (Kemal) tragic attempt to spend his life happily with the one woman (Fusün) he truly loves. the reader knows from the outset that they are aboard a trainwreck, but it's never clear, despite hints all along the way, how the train will ultimately wreck and what will become of Kemal. The reader accompanies Kemal in his besotted state, followed by obsession, and then grief, observing with slight discomfort and sadness Kemal's years collecting various objects connected to Fusün in order to feel close to his beloved. Although we don't know until the end what becomes of Kemal or how his story got written, we do know what becomes of his collected objects. They are part of a museum and as we learn his story we are introduced to these objects, or perhaps, as we are introduced to these objects, we learn his story.

I don't know if the five stars will hold up, but i gave it five stars today because i got so entirely wrapped up in the story, and more so as it reached its resolution. i had expected the opposite to be true, but i was wrong. I also feel terrible that i have yet to read Snow, which i have been avoiding since i have been unable to finish My Name is Red and i had heard from several people that Snow is difficult. I've been afraid of it. But now i really want to read it. And everything else that i have yet to read (or finish reading) by Orhan Pamuk.

ETA 04/12/2012: Life imitates art and becomes real-life art. Moved up on my To-Do list: Visit Istanbul.2010 fiction nobel-winner ...more59 s Vonia611 93

Orhan Pamuk. Why have I waited so long to experience your writing? Because that is what this was. An experience. The Museum of Innocence has a deceitfully simple premise. Kemal Bey, from one of the wealthiest, more prominent families in Turkish society, is to be married to the lovely Sibel, daughter of a diplomat. She is well educated, beautiful, resourceful, well matched for his family even; no one can be anything but ecstatic at their engagement party, where they are on display for all of the nouveau riche to see. No one, that is, except for a young lycée graduate from the poor lower class family named Fusun. Having met only months ago when Kemal came into the gift store where she is employed for a purse for Sibel, the two lovers have since begun a series of rendezvous & barely hidden trysts that, now started, cannot be ended without great pain, trials, & sacrifices. Even worse, though Kemal (through a complex series of cognitive deceptions) is not aware of it at the time, his attachment to young Fusun has become so rich, so deep, so "fated", so obsessive, that the groom to be himself shares her sentiments.

Although Sibel is obviously devastated when she finds out, she remains with him for months after, trying to support his "recovery". This, of course, is not to be. His love, his obsession with Fusun inevitably leads to the abandonment of his fiancée, a near perfect marriage/family, the family company, his status in Turkish societies, & many of his closest friends as he devotes almost another decade "winning Fusun back" (whom is now herself married). He visits Fusun four to five times a week for eight years, ingratiating himself with her family; they become more family to him than his own as the years elapse. He even becomes friends, then business partners, with Fusun's aspiring film director husband Feridun. Serving as a cover for his frequent visits to the Kreskin household is his monetary support on Lemon Films, which in turn supports an interestingly complex but unstated understanding between Kemal and Feridun, whom are both vying for the same young lady; sadly, the more deeply felt, true love is hidden, unable to be discussed, while the neatly arranged marriage founded on convenience and something closer to an affinity is what everyone openly imagines and acknowledges. Reading about Turkish cinema, the difficulties with the censor board, young stars trying to remain chaste in the harsh eyes of the public; Kemal and Feridun networking in local bars, Kemal and Fusun watching both Turkish and international films in classic theaters together, first with Feridun then without, first as distant cousins that avoid acknowledging each other, then looking at each other under the soft glow of lights with as much passion and devotion as any long married husband and wife, holding hands with such delicate coyness, I was reminded of something akin to Lolita, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being, Cinema Paradiso, Amelie. There is whimsy, love, loyalty, unstated values, honor and chaste societal expectations, secrets, obsession, mystery, and many illogical decisions in the name of love.

Indeed, his life is completely transformed; though his life continues, for the most part Kemal Bey lives for one purpose, one aim, one girl. As the love story came to a conclusion, I was aware of the thought that this was the first time, at least in quite some time, that such a detailed, complex, saga-, epic-akin storyline was written to conclusion with such perfection. It was not necessarily an expected, clear, neat ending, but any ambiguity, any decisions the author made that I did not agree with, was unable to remove the smile from my face, the warm, cozy feeling inside as if I had had a warm cup of hot chocolate.

Then, what do you know, another part of Kemal's story begins. The perfect book gets better. He outlines his single minded determination to establish The Museum Of Innocence. Pamuk insightfully forays into the psychology of collecting, collectors, their collections. What makes these people pursue such a passion? Is it true that it is always reflective of a psychological flaw? At what point does a respected, admired endeavor become an obsession? An unappreciated flaw? Which is correct, the "proud" Western collector, whom strives to display there collections for public appreciation? The "bashful" Non-Western collector whom hides it, shunned by their peers? A museum connoisseur myself, I truly loved reading about all the real life museums and/or private collections Kemal visited worldwide as he reflected on his life this far, lived for Fusun.

This is what I cherish about fiction. Nonfiction "Elitist" Readers question the value of fiction. The right amount of disconnect from real life, what they do not realize, is necessary for full absorption of topics that may be uninteresting otherwise. There is so much more to learn, question, explore, discover in fiction in ways more beautiful than the straight facts of nonfiction can.

Throughout the main novel, Kemal Bey refers to Orhan Pamuk a few times, and I loved that an author would put himself in his novel, especially when he was sometimes referred to in a negative way. A great author should always know how to laugh at himself! At the end of The Museum Of Innocence, we learn that Kemal Bey hired Pamuk to write what we have finished reading in his voice. His aim was to have readers really know his story, his Fusun, his life. As readers, a free admission to his Museum has been placed between to paragraphs of text in the last few pages. He tells Orhan Pamuk that the last thing that must be included in the book; what the readers need to realize, is that he, Kemal, "have lived a good life."

What brings The Museum Of Innocence to such a level, of course, is Orhan Pamuk's elegiac, incomparable prose. To portray so much, such visual imagery with seemingly so few words; to describe specific emotions with such preciseness yet eloquently. At chapters, this is a long novel. Yet I always found myself desperately looking at the pages on the right side of my hand, wishing they would always be more than those on my left! There are so many passages that I would love to quote here (i.e. 1) Describing the love you can have simple watching someone, holding items they once held; 2) The chapter illuminating Kemal & Fusun's "language of looks", how meaningful a look, even a non-look could be, during his eight years visiting her family under the guise of assisting her & her husbands' film careers, 3) The kinship he discovered in the subculture of collectors, touring the world to visit museum after museum of niche collections, finding he was not alone, 4) The almost-story-in-itself regarding the passage of time, how we use time to guide us in conducting our lives as it relates to outside society, but to truly live is to live without clocks, as they did in Fusun's house for a time), but I shall leave those hidden gems for you, the next formidable reader of this great novel!all-time-favorites architecture books-about-books ...more55 s Mohamed Fawzy171 117


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diyecek bir ?ey bulamad?m. be? dakikad?r bak?yorum ekrana. çok, çok güzel. the washington post'un ?u dedi?ine kat?larak: "pamuk bu kitapla a?k? elle tutulur bir ?ey olarak önümüze koyuyor", ve orhan pamuk kitaplar?n?n hayat?mdaki tesadüfi (ya da de?il?) do?ru zamanlamas?na ?a??rarak bitireyim. ha bir de, bana istanbul'u sevdiriyor orhan pamuk kitaplar?.favorites to-read-again50 s this is shin127 90

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I Orhan Pamuk but he has a flaw: he is extremely pleased with himself. I feel he narcissisticly loves what he writes. I might be wrong, but after comparing this book to his previous work this is my take, as this book was nowhere near his good books!
38 s Sonia Gomes323 105

Sonia rushes to the shelf that houses the Pamuk collection, his visit to Goa has got everyone in a tizzy, should we read Pamuk or not is the question of the day.
Nobel Laureate visiting our homeland after all. Museum of Innocence she thinks, how quaint, comfortably seated she plunges into the book; her eagerness knows no boundsÂ….

Page 1; Wow, sex on the very first page. IsnÂ’t that a tad antiquated? A Nobel Laureate knows what he is doing. She reads better writing is sure to followÂ…

Page 5-25; High society of Istanbul, Kamal bey, the protagonist belongs to this set of aristocrats, they control most of the wealth in Turkey. Privileged people, living the life of the über rich, visiting all the hot spots, eating delicious food, drinking imported champagne, their women most of them Sorbonne educated, liberated, think nothing of sleeping with their fiancé before marriage. Sibel and Kamal bey are all set to marry and live a beautiful life just all the wealthy do in Istanbul.

Pages 30-6o; Enter Fusun, beautiful, impoverished a distant relative to Kamal bey, torrid love affair begins, but should a nice girl Fusun ‘ruin’ her reputation in such a fashion? After all Kamal bey cannot marry her. Come now her mother is just a seamstress, worked for Kamal bey’s Mother. Of course she is tolerated as a poor relative; the family even invites her for Kamal bey’s engagement to Sibel. That was so nice, her parents were overjoyed.

Pages 65 – 100; Affair continues, lovers quarrel incessantly, their love is not written in the stars, it just cannot be. Kamal bey obsessed by Fusun runs to his parent’s apartment where he sleeps with her every evening at the appointed hour, when he is not making love to her he paces the streets a madman hoping to see Fusun. A man possessed. Hey is this just a triangular love story...?

Pages 119 – 203; Affair continues, lovers quarrel incessantly, Sibel breaks off the engagement, she wants to marry a very rich normal guy after all there are many such men in Istanbul. Kamal bey begins visiting Fusun’s home, turns a kleptomaniac, nothing of importance mind you, just cigarette butts, occasional saltshakers, some forgotten hairpins, and barrettes - things not difficult to pick up.

Pages 216 – 250; Fusun wants to act in movies, affair continues, lovers quarrel incessantly. Kamal bey has now amassed a huge collection of cigarette butts; all have touched Fusun’s rosy lips, graduates to larger and more visible objects ashtrays, cups, and slippers. Is it for the thrill of it? What’s this new avatar?

Pages 270 – 299; Obsession continues, somewhere down the line Fusun gets married, Kamal bey begins having dinner regularly at Fusun’s home, no affair, only haughty glances from Fusun and an occasional brushing of bodies. Tiny apartments are good for such close contacts. Kamal bey decides to back Feridun, Fusun’s husband, in producing a film. Kleptomania continues.

Pages 299-350; The movie is stuck, nothing comes out of it, Psssst Kamal bey was just humouring Fusun so that he could meet her every day. Fusun very tired and dejected, Feridun very tired and dejected, obsession continues, kleptomania continues. Kamal bey is turning his parentÂ’s apartment into a shrine of obsession.

Pages 359- 400; Obsession continues, kleptomania continues.

Pages 450 - 500; Obsession continues, kleptomania continues.

Sonia gives up...This book she decides is only for people who can understand the meaning behind the meaning.
Realises her mental capacities are way below those of a Nobel laureate...Gives up.abandoned39 s Miltos S.119 52

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?????? ??? ??? ?? ?????? ??? ?? ????????, ???? ?? 4 ???????.?????????? ????????????39 s Peter472 2,574

Obsession
The Museum of Innocence is a novel developed with significant depth in relation to the main character, Kemal, and the obsession he has towards a beautiful woman, Fusan. Kemal never managed to secure a full relationship with Fusan because of his obliged engagement to marry Sibel. He always remained infatuated and felt she held his heart. The obsession manifested itself through Kemal collecting objects that had a connection with her, from cigarette butts to kitchen-ware. He would collect anything and everything that she encountered as though it harboured her essence, which he could derive pleasure from.

Kemal marries Sibel but he never fully commits his heart in his marriage, which he has pledged part of to Fusan. He has created this idol, which has grown in standing and adoration, that in his own mind is far superior to the reality. This is actually really sad and I do think more could have been made of his wife's feelings, and what she contended with throughout their marriage.

Over the years Kemal collects so many items that he finally establishes a museum of memorabilia devoted to Fusan. A Museum of Innocence. Or a Museum of Impotence. Depending on your grip of reality. :)

Kemal is a very frustrating person and someone that I have very little empathy with. While we don't have to love every character in a story it's very difficult to connect with the story when you dis ALL the characters. On a positive note, I appreciate the opportunity to look into the mind of someone so different and wonder was his conscious and subconscious mind a driving force to, hold onto something OR fear of letting go? So are you intrigued or frustrated, are you inspired or unimpressed, or are you wondering what other books I could have read during the time it took to read this 752-page monster?

The writing is never in question and it conveys an imaginary into Istanbul that is wonderful and atmospheric. The level of detail of places and people is remarkable and while IÂ’ve never been, it conveys the cultural and material clash between the West and the Middle East, especially with the more affluent of society.

Personally, I couldn't recommend this book and I've often wondered why I saw it through. Maybe this was the book that convinced me that Not Finishing a book is a legitimate decision.literary-fiction36 s jeand9953 15

Aren't we all surrounded by thousands of tiny little things of the ones we love(d)?

"What a bore is life and how predictable: to be born, live and die." This is what I told my grandma (from my mothersside) at the age of eight after reading next weeks TV-guide completely. She looked at me with a little mysterious smile and said "Yes, you are right". I was old at the age of eight. The strange thing is this feeling never really left me. In retrospect my opinion in hindsight was only a part of 'homo sapiens' life' truth. In life it's not about milestones it's about all the days in between. It's not about being born, learn to ride a bicycle, fall in love, graduate at highschool, buy a house, become a (grand)parent and die. It's about the 26,000 days in between. Sometimes we think we will never really fall in love. Sometimes we are in doubt about the love we feel. Sometimes we hate our lover. Sometimes it feels as if we are not good enough for our lover and need above all affirmation. Sometimes it's a perfect day full of love and being loved. Sometimes we don't think at all about our lover - and feel guilty when we realize that. What I'm trying to say is, we (better: I) live our life one day after another. In retrospect we can put milestones in our personal life but it's hardly sensible in the days we are living one by one. Yesterday is one day. Today is one day. Tomorrow and all the other days are one day.

All book tell more about the reviewer than about the writer of a book. I'm completely aware of that. Last weekend I finished reading Orhan Pamuk' (1952-) book 'The museum of innocence' (in a dutch translation). From a milestone point of view this book is a bore. 30 year old male Pamuk falls in love with 18 year female Fusun while he is going to be engaged in a few weeks with 26 (?) year old female Sibel. The setting is Istanbul, Turkey in the seventies (of the 20th century). Pamuk and Sibel are both rich and are the perfect couple. Fusun is poor.

I was completely addicted to the book after reading the first 20 pages. I knew - not really but I guessed how it would end otherwise there would have been no reason for a "museum" - how the book was going to end but I loved all those thousands and thousands of tiny little lovely details of a love. A love between Kemal and Sibel. A love between Kemal and Fusun. All the hesitations, the anger, the insecurity, the perfect moments, the jealousy, the lack of affirmation, the tears, the smiles and the feeling of happiness when you just can touch her or finally see her smile while she looks at you. I loved to read about all the "normal" days when Kemal was surrounded by things of Fusun: touching the saltshacker that once stood at Fusun' house, smelling at the red dress Fusun wore on the day of Kemal and Fusun' engagement and drinking from a glass Fusun once drank out of.

This is it. This is life. For me it's a book of love in all it's tiny little elements. It is telling it all: the hesitations, the good and bad moments and all the feelings in between. It's not a book of milestones. It's a book of all the days in between. For me personally to found a museum for the love-of-my-life is too much. It would be too neurotic. I'll never found a museum for the ones I loved so much and the ones I love right now. I'll never found a museum for the love-of-my-life but aren't we all surrounded by hundreds of things, books, smells, songs, thoughts and dreams of the ones we love(d)?

P.s. More book of this book can be found here.

@jeand9937 s Sinem307 176

Lisede birkaç kitab?n? okuyup Benim Ad?m K?rm?z?’y? okumay? beceremeyince Orhan Pamuk okumay? tamamen b?rakm??t?m. Birkaç y?l önce Kara Kitap’? mutlaka okumam yönünde birden fazla insandan tavsiye al?nca kitaba ba?lay?p yar?s?na kadar gelip okudu?um ?eyden mutsuz olup b?rakm??t?m. Fikrine önem verdi?im herkes Kara Kitap’? Orhan Pamuk’un en iyi i?i olarak anlat?yor. Kara Kitap benim için Orhan Pamuk’un kitab? yazma evresinde akl?na gelen gereksiz metinleri kitaba yedirdi?i, kitab? ana hikayenin yörüngesinden ç?kard???, ekledi?i serbest metinlerle self-oryantalist oldu?unu gösterdi?i, kitaptaki tüm cümleler için çok çal??t???n?, u?ra?t???n? gözüme soktu?u bir eser oldu. En iyi i?iyle ilgili böyle dü?ündü?üm için de art?k kendisiyle yollar?m?z?n kesi?memesi gerekti?ini dü?ündüm.
Bu y?l, fikrine önem verdi?im, Orhan Pamuk ve edebiyat?yla ilgili üzerine konu?up tart??abildi?im arkada?lar?m Orhan Pamuk sevmesem bile Masumiyet Müzesi’ne bir ?ans vermemi istediler. Ben de ba?ka konularda önyarg?lar?m?n kendimin en büyük dü?man? oldu?una inand???m için önyarg?m? bir kenara b?rak?p o ?ans? verdim. ?yi ki vermi?im yoksa önyarg?m yüzünden böylesine bir kitab? ?skalam?? olacakt?m. Orhan Pamuk’a dair fikirlerim hala ayn?, benim tarz?m bir edebiyatç? de?il ama Masumiyet Müzesi fikrinden ba?layarak iyi bir kitap.
A?k gibi bir duyguyu müze olarak kurgulamak fikri, kitab? bu müzeye göre anlatmak harika bir fikir. Müze gezmeyi sevenler s?rf bu sebepten sever kitab?. Kitab? iyi yapan tek ?ey bu fikir de?il, Füsun’a kar?? hissettiklerini ifade edebilmek için müzeyi kurgulayan Kemal’in tüm kitap boyunca anlatt???, ya?ad?klar?na ortak etti?i, 70li y?llar ?stanbul’unda sizi bir yolculu?a ç?karabildi?i için iyi bir kitap.
Kitapla ilgili beni tek üzen ?ey Kemal’i bu kadar iyi çizebilmi?ken, her ?eyiyle çok iyi anlatabilmi?ken Füsun’u hiç anlatamam?? olmas?. Erkek karakteri bu kadar iyi anlatabilen bir yazardan kad?n karakteri de dinlemek isterdim. Ahmet Hamdi Tanp?nar ve O?uz Atay gibi devlerin bile kad?n karakter yazmakta güdük kalmalar?na benzer bir durum bu da. Uzun y?llar kad?n?n erke?in bak?? aç?s?yla var olmas? yeterli oldu?u için ülkemiz erkek yazarlar? kad?n karakter yazmakta pek ba?ar?l? de?iller. Biz hala kad?n olarak var olmay? konu?uyoruz, kitaplarda da bunlar? konu?maya devam edece?iz.
Orhan Pamuk sevmeyenlerin dahi sevece?ini dü?ündü?üm bir kitap, merak eden bir ?ans versin.
2019-challenge favorites tavsiye37 s Margitte1,188 577

I have been trying to finish this novel for such a long time. It took three tries. Third time lucky. I finally finished it.

An obsessive man shares his memories of a doomed love affair in a society where East and West are fusing. There is a confusion of cultures driven by mosques on the one hand, and malls on the other, which leads to civil unrest and even war in the vibrant ancient city of Istanbul.

I did not manage to become as obsessed as single-minded Kamul with Füsun, the eighteen-year old girl, and that makes a difference in as far as I was willing to tolerate his stream of consciousness drive to conquer and take possession of the object of his lust. His ignorance of the violence playing out on the streets of the city, while pursuing his goal, does not alter his vivid descriptions of a city in transition as the cultural and political situation pendulum in daily tumult.

The elaborate backdrop is the 1970s and '80s in Turkey. The style is similar to Nabokov's Humbert and his Lolita, about a man and the woman he loves, but also his love for his city.

I was wondering if Füsun, his unforgettable love interest, does not represent the western lifestyle, even America. I can just imagine how important this novel is in the Turkish psyche, exposing the deeper state behind the religious and political mantras ruling over the inhabitants. It serves as an open letter to a divided society, telling the truth where lies are preferred. A quest for tolerance, respect, understanding.

Nevertheless, the repetitious nature of Kamul's obsession dampened my enthusiasm for this novel. There might be a lot of symbolism which got lost on me. It just became tedious and boring. Although it was only 400 pages long, it felt typical of what Stephen King confessed about his own novels: being “literary elephantiasis” - that is, his novels tend to bloat.

However, this novel is an important literary event and deserves the many awards it has won. I'm just happy to have finished it. It is too high to come by for me personally.

2017-read fiction reviewed ...more36 s Sinem A.451 258

çookk uzun bir süredir -san?r?m 15-16 sene olmu?tur- Orhan Pamuk okumuyordum. Daha do?rusu kronolojik olarak okudu?um yazar? Benim Ad?m K?rm?z? dan sonra okumay? b?rakm??t?m. Sanki benim bildi?im ve sevdi?im yazar Benim Ad?m K?rm?z?' dan sonra ba?ka bir yazar olmu?tu. Arada okudu?um K?rm?z? Saçl? Kad?n ? saym?yorum. Saymak istemiyorum.
Orhan Pamuk kesinlikle çok tart???lan bir yazar. Seversiniz sevmezsiniz ancak bence çok çal??kan bir yazar. Hakk?n? teslim etmek laz?m.
Kitaba gelince; benim o Yeni Hayat ile hayran oldu?um Sessiz Ev, Kara Kitap gibi kitaplar? gibi olmasa da yine üzerine çokça ve samimiyetle a?kla çal???lm?? bir kitap Masumiyet Müzesi. A?k üzerine kitaplar a?k?n subjektifli?inden midir nedir çok ho?uma gitmese de kitab?n bu k?sm?n? bir kenara b?rak?rsak asl?nda de?i?ik edebi hilelerin yap?ld??? bir yandan da bu hilelerin samimiyetle de?ifre edildi?i güzel bir kitap olmu?. Yine büyük bir emek var kitapta. Baz? zamanlar okumakta zorland?m hatta kitab?n notu 3 ü geçmez diyordum ama özellikle son k?s?mlar heyecan vericiydi. genç-türkler36 s merixien596 428

Masumiyet Müzesi, ?imdiye kadar Orhan Pamuk’tan okudu?um kitaplar?n aras?nda en sevdi?im oldu. Kendisi zaten bir atmosfer yaratmak ve okurunu bu atmosferin içine çekmek konusunda çok ba?ar?l?. Kitab? okurken, Kemal’in pe?inde 1970’lerden ba?layarak ?stanbul’unu ad?m ad?m geziyor, zamanda ilerliyor ve adeta bütün dönemi ya??yorsunuz. San?r?m ayr?ld???m günün üzerinden geçen 14 ay?n ard?ndan, ilk defa bu kitab? okurken ?stanbul’u özledim. o Kadar güçlü bir anlat?m? var. Kitab?n di?er bir güzelli?i ise, gayet ki?isel bir a?k -ya da bana göre tak?nt?- hikayesini ana merkeze alsa da yakla??k 30 y?ll?k bir süreçte, Türkiye’nin hem siyasi, hem de sosyo-kültürel toplum dinamikleri aç?s?ndan ya?ad??? de?i?imleri, hikayenin ak???n? bozmadan, gündelik hayat?n ak???nda aktarmas?. Haf?za ve zaman kavramlar?n? hem kolektif hem de ki?isel düzeyde çok etkileyici bir ?ekilde ele al?yor. Ki?isel düzeyde Kemal’in ya?ad??? buhranlar, ülkenin geçirdi?i keskin k?r?l?mlarla birlikte ilerlerken hikayede ayr??ma ya da göze batma ya?anm?yor. Asl?nda bu aç?dan da kötü zamanlarda elinizin gitmemesi gereken kitaplardan, zira karamsar ruh hali, anlat?n?n bütün gerçekli?iyle insan? ele geçiriyor.

Ancak bütün bu iyi yanlar?n?n aras?nda beni çok rahats?z eden bir ?ey; “a?k? elle tutulur bir ?ey olarak önümüze koyuyor.” diye tan?mlanan bir kitapta kad?n karakterlerin hiçbir derinli?inin olmamas?. Saplant?l? bir tutkuyla sevilen, u?runa y?llar verilip müze kurulan, ruhunun güzelli?ine ömür harcanan Füsun’un o güzel ruhunu -Kemal’in vurgular? d???nda- okuyucu asla göremiyor. Tabii Orhan Pamuk’un anlatmak istedi?i, bir a?k roman?ndan ziyade do?uyla bat? aras?nda bocalayan, kendisi için ideal görülen bir evlilik öncesi depresyona sürüklenen, “masumiyet” kavram?n? do?u düzeyinde alg?layan lakin bununla yüzle?emeyen bir adam?n s?k??m??l???, içe dönü?ü ve bütün bunlar?n sonunda dü?tü?ü saplant? da olabilir. Bu durumda kad?n karakterlerin yaln?zca ismen ve bir görev gibi var olmalar? da ayr? bir anlam kazan?yor. Hikayenin en ba??ndaki gayet detayl? anlat?lan arkada? ili?kileri, i? dünyas? ve gündelik hayat?n, kitap ilerledikçe git gide silikle?ip yaln?zca füsuna dair detaylara odakland??? göz önüne al?n?rsa bu daha da mant?kl? geliyor insana.

Orhan Pamuk y?ld?z?m?n pek bar??mad??? o yüzden de çok fazla kitab?n? okumad???mdan, üzerine ne söylesem eksik ya da hatal? olma ihtimali yüksek olan yazarlardan. Ancak kendimden yola ç?karak söyleyebilece?im yazar ile anla?amasan?z dahi severek okuyaca??n?z bir kitap. Çünkü müze üzerine in?a edilen bir kitap fikriyle gerekse saplant?y? anlatma ?ekliyle ve okuruna geçirdi?i gerçekçili?iyle çok etkileyici. Kimi tekrarlar ve ayr?nt?lar kitab? s?k?c? yap?yor gibi görünse de bence bo?ulan ruhu, ya?anan tak?nt? halini çok daha iyi yans?tan ve Kemal’in yan?nda oturup, sanki onunla ayn? yorgun havay? soluyor gibi hissetmenize sebep olan detaylar. E?er okumasayd?m, Türk edebiyat?na dair önemli bir noktam eksik kal?rd? o yüzden iyi ki okudum dedi?im kitaplardan birisi oldu.

nobel-prize read-in-2022 turkish-literature46 s Rahma.Mrk725 1,404

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