Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0307266753, Hardcover)
Orhan Pamuk’s first book since winning the Nobel Prize, Other Colors is a dazzling collection of essays on his life, his city, his work, and the example of other writers.
Over the last three decades, Pamuk has written, in addition to his seven novels, scores of pieces—personal, critical, and meditative—the finest of which he has brilliantly woven together here. He opens a window on his private life, from his boyhood dislike of school to his daughter’s precocious melancholy, from his successful struggle to quit smoking to his anxiety at the prospect of testifying against some clumsy muggers who fell upon him during a visit to New York City. From ordinary obligations such as applying for a passport or sharing a holiday meal with relatives, he takes extraordinary flights of imagination; in extreme moments, such as the terrifying days following a cataclysmic earthquake in Istanbul, he lays bare our most basic hopes and fears. Again and again Pamuk declares his faith in fiction, engaging the work of such predecessors as Laurence Sterne and Fyodor Dostoyevsky, sharing fragments from his notebooks, and commenting on his own novels. He contemplates his mysterious compulsion to sit alone at a desk and dream, always returning to the rich deliverance that is reading and writing.
By turns witty, moving, playful, and provocative, Other Colors glows with the energy of a master at work and gives us the world through his eyes, assigning every radiant theme and shifting mood its precise shade in the spectrum of significance.
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I started this book near the end of 2007 and just finished. Not because it was slow reading, I just didn’t want to end it. Reading this book was like sitting in a teahouse with Mr Pamuk, listening to him tell stories. It is a book of essays, his thoughts on family, country, writing, reading, painting, and all of the small details around him. After reading this book, Orhan seems like an old friend. To quote from his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, “I am most surprised by those moments when I have felt as if the sentences, dreams, and pages that have made me so ecstatically happy have not come from my own imagination - that another power has found them and generously presented them to me.”
This book made me happy. It numerous times brought me to the brink of tears, joyful tears. The stories about his daughter and father will be with me a long time; so will this book. It is one that will stay on my bedside table. (