Monday, 13 October 2008

Orhan Pamuk remembers beginning


"When I was seventeen or eighteen, and began to spend most of my time on my own, reading... like every Turk who loved reading, I started writing poetry... I was like one of those innocent souls who, when they see an 'abstract' painting think: 'I could do that'... I started wanting to write poetry and I sat down at my desk and wrote some."

From a lovely article by Pamuk on his life with books, published in El Pa
ís on the eve of the Frankfurt Book Fair, where Turkey will be Guest of Honour this year - I expect this long piece will surface somewhere in English.

5 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

Delightful looking fellow...Nice post Jean. I appreciate your blog. Thanks
Linda

maria said...

A lovely reminder of the strength of art in these times! :)

Beth said...

Oh, yes, I hope it will be translated soon...nice picture of Orhan!

elizabeth said...

I love the copy of that Turkish edition of My Name is Read--that's the one I have--and I love the excerpt from this. Many thanks!

elizabeth said...

er, My Name is Red! a freudian slip of the keyboard....