
Istanbul (Vintage International)

But as nothing, western or local, came to fill the void, the great drive to westernize amounted mostly to the erasure of the past; the effect on culture was reductive and stunting, leading families like mine, otherwise glad of republican progress, to furnish their houses like museums.
Orhan Pamuk • Istanbul (Vintage International)
According to the first tradition, we experience the thing called hüzün when we have invested too much in worldly pleasures and material gain; the implication is, “If you hadn’t involved yourself so deeply in this transitory world, if you were a good and true Muslim, you wouldn’t care so much about your worldly losses.”
Orhan Pamuk • Istanbul (Vintage International)
Life can’t be all that bad, I’d think from time to time. Whatever happens, I can always take a walk along the Bosphorus.
Orhan Pamuk • Istanbul (Vintage International)
The beauty of a landscape resides in its melancholy. —Ahmet Rasim
Orhan Pamuk • Istanbul (Vintage International)
he suffers from grief, emptiness, and inadequacy because he can never be close enough to Allah, because his apprehension of Allah is not deep enough. Moreover, it is the absence, not the presence, of hüzün that causes him distress.
Orhan Pamuk • Istanbul (Vintage International)
from the bond between us. But we live in an age defined by mass migration and creative immigrants, so I am sometimes hard-pressed to explain why I’ve stayed, not only in the same place but in the same building. My mother’s sorrowful voice comes back to me: “Why don’t you go outside for a while? Why don’t you try a change of scene, do some traveling
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But even as I pondered these dilemmas—if you pluck a special moment from life and frame it, are you defying death, decay, and the passage of time or are you submitting to it?—I grew very bored with them.
Orhan Pamuk • Istanbul (Vintage International)
But for me, one thing remains the same: the place the Bosphorus holds in our collective heart. As in my childhood, we still see it as the font of our good health, the cure of our ills, the infinite source of goodness and goodwill that sustains the city and all those who dwell in it.
Orhan Pamuk • Istanbul (Vintage International)
When he died in 1934 at the age of fifty-two, he left a fortune so large that my father and my uncle never managed to find their way to the end of it, in spite of a long succession of failed business ventures.