*The Black Book

The Black Book -Orhan Pamuk
The first hundred pages and the last forty were stellar. But the middle few hundred were very static. Lots and lots of “becoming” going on. Lots of very subtle “revelations.” Lots of time spent watching characters read and write. The last line even named writing as “the only consolation,” which is fine. I do look forward to reading one of his later books, after Pamuk himself comes to and gets over coming to writing. And great to glimpse Turkey in the ‘70s and ‘80s. So many nouns in this book. I liked too, the notion of finding Latin letters in the lines of faces.
“and that the universe is he who is seeking the mystery.”
He like Tolstoy’s lips as well: “I loved seeing how you pushed out your upper lip when you were reading, just like a character in a Tolstoy novel.”