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Dread, yearning, identity, intrigue, the lethal chemistry between secular doubt and Islamic fanaticism–these are the elements that Orhan Pamuk anneals in this masterful, disquieting novel. An exiled poet named Ka returns to Turkey and travels to the forlorn city of Kars. His ostensible purpose... read more

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A famous Turkish poet comes home and can't decide what government philosophy he wants to support, writes poetry to an old girlfriend who is married, and witnesses a massacre.

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  • “There are two kinds of men. The first kind does not fall in love until he’s seen how the girl eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she’s angry with her father, and what stories people tell about her. The second type of man – and I am in this category – can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.”
    Ka
  • “It might not happen in the first instant, but within ten minutes of meeting a man, a woman has clear idea of who he is, or at least he might be, and her heart has already told her whether she’s going to fall in love with him. But her head needs time to decide what her heart has decided.”
    Kadife
  • “But there’s not a coward in the world who doesn’t dream of the day when he might find himself capable of great courage…”
    Sunay
  • “…people who seek only happiness never find it.”
    Blue
  • “A woman doesn’t commit suicide because she’s lost her pride; she does it to show her pride”
    Kadife
  • “Women kill themselves because they hope to gain something. Men kill themselves because they have lost all hope of gaining anything.”
    Kadife
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  • Here, perhaps, we have arrived at the heart of our story. How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another’s heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?
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  • Ka, you see, was one of those moralists who believe that the greatest happiness comes from never doing anything for the sake of personal happiness.
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  • Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents.
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  • The sight of snow made her think how beautiful and short life is and how, in spite of all their enmities, people have so very much in common; measured against eternity and the greatness of creation, the world in which they lived was narrow. That’s why snow drew people together. It was as if snow cast a veil over hatreds, greed, and wrath and made everyone feel close to one another.
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  • It’s because we failed to find happiness in poetry that we find ourselves longing for the shadow of politics.
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  • “The snow reminded me of God,” said Ka. “The snow reminded me of the beauty and mystery of creation, of the essential joy that is life.”
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  • These sights spoke of a strange and powerful loneliness. It was as if he were in a place that the whole world had forgotten, as if it were snowing at the end of the world.
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  • It was the Communists and their Tiflis Radio who spread tribal pride, and they did it because they wanted to divide and destroy Turkey. Now everyone is prouder—and poorer.”
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  • “If I were an author and Ka were a character in a book, I’d say, ‘Snow reminds Ka of God!’ But I’m not sure it would be accurate. What brings me close to God is the silence of snow.”
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  • He was a poet and, as he himself had written—in an early poem still largely unknown to Turkish readers—it snows only once in our dreams.
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The silence of snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver.

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This is book 19 of 100 in Top 100 Books That Defined The Noughties (Telegraph). (authoritative list)

Preceded by The Kite Runner, and followed by Schott's Original Miscellany.

This book is in 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die. (authoritative list)
This book is in Outstanding books by Nobel Prizes in Literature. (community list)

Authors & Contributors edit see section history

  1. Orhan Pamuk (Author)

Other Contributors:

  1. Maureen Freely (Translator)

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Original Language: Turkish
Publisher: İletişim
Country: Turkey
Publication Date: 2002
ISBN: 0571220657
Page Count: 436

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  • "Snow" by Orhan Pamuk: All about the book and its author - a synopsis of Snow,discussion, and commentary by Diana Grant

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