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A review by elle_reads
My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk
5.0
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BOOK REVIEW
[My Name is Red] Miniaturist painters in Istanbul contemplate western influences while a murderer prows around a secret book.
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WHAT I LIKED
I knew the murderer. I totally messed up. I knew the murderer. I totally messed up. THIS is true detective storytelling. There was no great reversal of knowledge, just a steady prodding of the murky events confusing me to my core.
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Orhan Pamuk’s postmodern/Tolstoy-esk work is comprised of miniature chapters from all different perspectives from a corpse to a murderer to a dog. In the midst of the murders, Pamuk calls attention to the cultural drama of change. Ottoman painters whose painting are styled after how a god would see the world (battle scenes are neat lines of horses in step) are introduced to the Venetian style (realistic bloody battle confusion). See my prior post for more details. I absolutely loved the playfulness Pamuk’s postmodernist spins instilled in a somewhat desperate story.
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WHAT I DIDN’T LIKE
I’m racking my brains for negatives. They’re dismal. I reread the first three chapters to understand the relations between the characters. I guess? I researched classic Ottoman/Persian tales for fun (you can understand the plot without research)? I NEED to visit Pamuk’s The Museum of Innocence (well, after I read the book) NOW. So cool. That’s all I got. READ IT!
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My Name is Red (by Orhan Pamuk) ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️5/5
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BOOK REVIEW
[My Name is Red] Miniaturist painters in Istanbul contemplate western influences while a murderer prows around a secret book.
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WHAT I LIKED
I knew the murderer. I totally messed up. I knew the murderer. I totally messed up. THIS is true detective storytelling. There was no great reversal of knowledge, just a steady prodding of the murky events confusing me to my core.
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Orhan Pamuk’s postmodern/Tolstoy-esk work is comprised of miniature chapters from all different perspectives from a corpse to a murderer to a dog. In the midst of the murders, Pamuk calls attention to the cultural drama of change. Ottoman painters whose painting are styled after how a god would see the world (battle scenes are neat lines of horses in step) are introduced to the Venetian style (realistic bloody battle confusion). See my prior post for more details. I absolutely loved the playfulness Pamuk’s postmodernist spins instilled in a somewhat desperate story.
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WHAT I DIDN’T LIKE
I’m racking my brains for negatives. They’re dismal. I reread the first three chapters to understand the relations between the characters. I guess? I researched classic Ottoman/Persian tales for fun (you can understand the plot without research)? I NEED to visit Pamuk’s The Museum of Innocence (well, after I read the book) NOW. So cool. That’s all I got. READ IT!
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My Name is Red (by Orhan Pamuk) ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️5/5
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