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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. I struggled with this book, which is a pity as it was one I was convinced I was going to enjoy. Orhan Pamuk spins a story of small-town Turkey and poet-cum-journalist Ka, who returns from European exile to investigate a spate of suicides among young Muslim girls. The themes of East meets West and religious fundamentalism v godlessness/atheism are intriguing, as is the sense of claustrophobia as a snowstorm cuts off the town of Kars trapping the (by now lovestruck) Ka in the middle of a military coup. Some days after finishing it however, I'm still not sure what to make of Snow. Was the sense of unreality I experienced intended by the author or was it a consequence of my Eurocentric ignorance of all things Islamic? In the words of one of Pamuk's own characters, 'no one could understand us from so far away'. After reading this book this is a sentiment I'm inclined to go along with. I know Snow would benefit from a second reading, but sadly I don't think it captured my attention enough to give it a second chance. ( )Okudum begendim I love Pamuk, but of his works, I would have to say that I enjoyed this one the least. This isn't to say that it's not an extraordinary work, but the situation it describes in provincial Turkey in the 1980's is perhaps too - I don't know, realistic? - for my taste, especially when compared to the more fantastic elements of the author's other works. The story revolves around a formerly exiled poet, Ka, who is visiting a provincial town where the Muslim girls are committing suicide as a result of a secular ban on the wearing of traditional headscarves. The visit is also a confrontation with Ka's past, as he comes into renewed contact with Ipek, a woman with whom he had a relationship with in the past. The situation comes to a head as a minor military crackdown is imposed. Ka's story is told in retrospect by a friend named Orhan who himself in turn has come to find clues regarding Ka's own suicide. I'll spare any more plot description, as there are plenty of reviews of this novel already. The plot and structure of the novel are fairly complex, as is typical for Pamuk, but the premise failed to excite me as much as his other novels of contemporary Turkish life, The Black Book and The New Life. 9/05 This story is about the snow. A boy with a dog sees a snowflake fall and believes it is going to snow. As he passes grown ups on the street he tries to inform them that it is going to snow, but they do not believe him. Even the radio and the television tell him that it is not going to snow. But, the boy does not believe them. Snowflake after snowflake fall and still the radio, the television, and the adults do not believe the boy. And, finally it snows until the whole town is covered in snow. This story was a bit simple minded for my age, but for small children it would be perfect. It has eye appealing illustrations that would keep the children’s attention. And, every kid can relate to someone not believing them. It makes the story personal to them as well as the people around them. One classroom extension that can be done with this book is to teach the children how to make snowflakes out of paper. Another classroom extension that can be done is a drawing of what the children each think their homes would look like covered in snow. 0.234 seconds to build listing
Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0375406972, Hardcover)From the acclaimed author of My Name Is Red (“a sumptuous thriller”–John Updike; “chockful of sublimity and sin”–New York Times Book Review), comes a spellbinding tale of disparate yearnings–for love, art, power, and God–set in a remote Turkish town, where stirrings of political Islamism threaten to unravel the secular order.Following years of lonely political exile in Western Europe, Ka, a middle-aged poet, returns to Istanbul to attend his mother’s funeral. Only partly recognizing this place of his cultured, middle-class youth, he is even more disoriented by news of strange events in the wider country: a wave of suicides among girls forbidden to wear their head scarves at school. An apparent thaw of his writer’s curiosity–a frozen sea these many years–leads him to Kars, a far-off town near the Russian border and the epicenter of the suicides. No sooner has he arrived, however, than we discover that Ka’s motivations are not purely journalistic; for in Kars, once a province of Ottoman and then Russian glory, now a cultural gray-zone of poverty and paralysis, there is also Ipek, a radiant friend of Ka’s youth, lately divorced, whom he has never forgotten. As a snowstorm, the fiercest in memory, descends on the town and seals it off from the modern, westernized world that has always been Ka’s frame of reference, he finds himself drawn in unexpected directions: not only headlong toward the unknowable Ipek and the desperate hope for love–or at least a wife–that she embodies, but also into the maelstrom of a military coup staged to restrain the local Islamist radicals, and even toward God, whose existence Ka has never before allowed himself to contemplate. In this surreal confluence of emotion and spectacle, Ka begins to tap his dormant creative powers, producing poem after poem in untimely, irresistible bursts of inspiration. But not until the snows have melted and the political violence has run its bloody course will Ka discover the fate of his bid to seize a last chance for happiness. Blending profound sympathy and mischievous wit, Snow illuminates the contradictions gripping the individual and collective heart in many parts of the Muslim world. But even more, by its narrative brilliance and comprehension of the needs and duties (retrieved from Amazon Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:58:02 -0400) The first test round has been closed. Visit the Open Shelves Classification group for details. |
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