Friday, 11 October 2013

My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk, Erdağ M. Göknar (Translator)

Orhan is a master story teller.
'Does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?' His prose read like poetry. I was taken on a mythical journey to a world where calligraphers and miniaturists reigned supreme. A world where every artist dreams of becoming a master. Where every master secretly dreams of rivalling God, the ultimate creator master of all. And where blindness achieved through hard work and dedication is a natural outcome of hard work and dedication. This book is an absolute must if you want to really understand the object of Islamic art of the Ottoman, Safavid and Moghul (Indian) eras. Why are idols derided in Islam? What can love teach us? Why is there so much focus on beauty in symmetry?
The story reads like a modern crime thriller, complete with a righteous serial killer and lovely independent women whose fate are intertwined with the frantic guild of the artistic ethos of the time. This makes the novel extremely easy to read.

Time doesn't flow if you don't dream.

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