2006 Nobel Prize winner Orhan Pamuk is visiting Toronto now.
He had a communication session with readers at Harbourfront Center today.
Good to have him in the city. Welcome Orhan!
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What am I doing in this world? Ka asked himself. How miserable these snowflakes look from this perspective, how miserable my life is. A man lives his life, and then he falls apart and soon there is nothing left. Ka felt as if half his soul had just abandoned him but still the other half remained; he still had love in him. Like a snowflake, he would fall as he was meant to fall; he would devote himself heart and soul to the melancholy course on which his life was set. His father had a certain smell after shaving, and now this smell came back to him. He thought of his mother making breakfast, her feet aching inside her slippers on the cold kitchen floor; he had a vision of a hairbrush; he remembered his mother giving him sugary pink syrup when he woke up coughing in the night, he felt the spoon in his mouth, and as he gave his mind over to all the other little things that make up a life and realized how they all added up to a unified whole, he saw a snowflake....
So it was that Ka heard the call from deep inside of him: the call he heard only at moments of inspiration, the only sound that could ever make him happy, the sound of his muse. For the first time in four years, a poem was coming to him; although he had yet to hear the words, he knew it was already written; even as it waited in its hiding place, it radiated the power and beauty of destiny. Ka's heart rejoiced. He told the three youths he had to leave them and hurried away through the snow, thinking all the while of the poem he would write when he was back at the hotel.
Chapter Nine: Are You an Atheist?
A NONBELIEVER WHO DOES
NOT WANT TO KILL HIMSELF.
Orhan Pamuk 'Snow'
Showing posts with label Novel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Novel. Show all posts
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
So Intriguing that I couldn't stay away with the story.. :-), Pickle Barrel and others Spadina & Dundas Square Sep 24 2009
'The Lost Symbol' by Dan Brown, an author of 'Da Vinci Code'..
I was reading the intellectual thriller while eating, drinking, and even walking..
I was so absorbed that I couldn't get away from the story..
My son, Ryan, started writing his diary with dead old Medieval language for not allowing other people or family member to read his.. Tricky & cute idea..
As we see the real heavy dependency of human history on alphabets, symbologist as a job like professor Landon in the novel is really attractive to challenge.. if he or she is smart enough at least like Umberto Eco.. :p



I was reading the intellectual thriller while eating, drinking, and even walking..
I was so absorbed that I couldn't get away from the story..
My son, Ryan, started writing his diary with dead old Medieval language for not allowing other people or family member to read his.. Tricky & cute idea..
As we see the real heavy dependency of human history on alphabets, symbologist as a job like professor Landon in the novel is really attractive to challenge.. if he or she is smart enough at least like Umberto Eco.. :p



Friday, September 18, 2009
파랑새 Somewhere Over the Rainbow.. , A Window in 'the Distillery District' Toronto Sep 17 2009
Don Gibson: Sea of Heartbreak
Norah Jones: Over the Rainbow
To live in the world
To live in the world
without becoming aware of
the meaning of the world
is like wandering about in a great library
without touching the books..
*Dan Brown 'the Lost Symbol'.. an author of 'Divinci Code'
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I've just dived into his version of world
trying to forget everything from my side of world..
Just sick & tired of mine..
Friday, April 24, 2009
Le Papillon des Etoiles vs Space Odyssey 2001, Toronto Apr 24 2009
I am a really big fan of the gifted writer Bernard Werber. I've been reading almost all his novels started from 'Ant'. Now I am almost finishing reading his space fantasy novel of 'Le Papillon des Etoiles'. Werber talked about why they needed to leave our green planet of earth in detail in his novel. And he encompassed almost 1,000 years of human history, though the description is rough & typically imaginable, living in the huge space ship until couple of survivors find and reach new planet to live. He talks about witty recycling of whole human history as an excellent story teller. Though there are still lots of details missing, excessive generalization and redundancies, he has great framework and paradigm in overall in his story.
As for Stanley Kubric, there is no single shot of frame which is redundant. Under such completeness in interpreting all the aspects of science & technology, aesthetics and human psychology, he had been touching the very core of human as an individual against war, against cosmos, against machine(computer), against society and virtually against very oneself. I really admire his holistic view of the world & universe and its linkage to the fine level details projected over the inner space of human.
Combining talents of more than two people doesn't necessary lead to a result of synergy but I am thinking what if Kubrick had met Bernard for scenario before he passed away.. at least for a good friendship or comradeship..

As for Stanley Kubric, there is no single shot of frame which is redundant. Under such completeness in interpreting all the aspects of science & technology, aesthetics and human psychology, he had been touching the very core of human as an individual against war, against cosmos, against machine(computer), against society and virtually against very oneself. I really admire his holistic view of the world & universe and its linkage to the fine level details projected over the inner space of human.
Combining talents of more than two people doesn't necessary lead to a result of synergy but I am thinking what if Kubrick had met Bernard for scenario before he passed away.. at least for a good friendship or comradeship..
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