A shimmering evocation, by turns intimate and panoramic, of one of the world's
great cities, by its foremost writer. Orhan Pamuk was born in Istanbul and still
lives in the family apartment building where his mother first held him in her
arms. His portrait of his city is thus also a self-portrait, refracted by memory
and the melancholy-or "h"u"z"u"n-" that all "Istanbullus" share: the sadness
that comes of living amid the ruins of a lost empire.
With cinematic fluidity, Pamuk moves from his glamorous, unhappy parents to the
gorgeous, decrepit mansions overlooking the Bosphorus; from the dawning of his
self-consciousness to the writers and painters-both Turkish