On Pamuk
by Blogographos on February 01, 2006
I don’t have favorite authors. Only the trite play that game. But I must confess that when I do succumb to the dubious charms of idolatry, my obesiances as directed as often as not towards the remarkable figure of Orhan Pamuk. A magister, a mesmerist, an enchanter, Pamuk is clearly one of the greatest of the latter half of the last century. I will have something to say about Sebald one of these days, but those of you who have encountered his works will testify to the dazzling—and waxing—virtuosity of his craft. He has recently been acquitted by a Turkish court, which in itself is some cause for celebration. On the other hand, would it be worth his permanent incarceration and the subequent loss of future writings if this would ensure Turkey’s irrevocable exclusion from the EU? Someone will know what I’m talking about.
But the real question I have for the rest of the world concerns the puzzling ending of the White Castle. Does anyone have an answer to the implicit question - in other words, where, in the work, is the image repeated? And which of you is going to take up the challenge of writing a ten chapter novel in which the first and the last chapters are the same?
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