BY ORHAN PAMUK
Istanbul as
shared melancholy, Istanbul as double, Istanbul as black-and-white images of
crumbling buildings and phantom minarets, Istanbul as a city of maze-like
streets seen from high windows and balconies,
Istanbul as an invention of
foreigners, Istanbul as a place of first loves and last rites: In the end, all
these attempts at definition become Istanbul as self-portrait, Istanbul as
Pamuk himself.
--The Washington Post
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