ISTANBUL: MEMORIES AND THE CITY -- 11
BY ORHAN PAMUK
If
it is a matter of wealth, I can certainly count myself fortunate to have been
born into an affluent family at a time when the city was at its lowest ebb
(though some have ably argued the contrary).
Mostly, I am disinclined to
complain; I’ve accepted the city into which I was born in the same way that
I’ve accepted my body (much as I would have preferred to be more handsome and
better built) and my gender (even though I still ask myself, naïvely, whether I
might been better off had I been born a woman).
This is my fate, and there’s no
sense arguing with it. This book is concerned with fate
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