![]() ![]() Pamuk, to his credit, had reportedly come up with the idea for the museum first and the book second. ![]() This invited another uncomfortable question: exactly whose Istanbul would find its way into the project? The author’s, or that of the city’s 15 million less notable citizens? I had heard, here and there, of writers who had fought tooth and nail to have their books made into movies, but whoever heard of a novelist, even a Nobel laureate as it were, building his book into a museum? In Pamuk’s case, the museum, like his eponymous book, was set in Istanbul. And finally, despite being told I would like it, I knew fully well I would not.įirstly, there was the pretense of it all. I knew to try to keep any preconceived notions at bay. I knew, or thought I knew, what went into the stuff. Creating a repository around a novel seems rather hubristic and pedantic at first, until you visit Turkish author Orhan Pamuk's Museum of Innocence in Istanbul and realise that it's as much about the visitors' interpretation of objects as the book itself.Įntering Orhan Pamuk’s newly opened Museum of Innocence, I felt like my grandmother must have done when, at age 82, she was asked to try sushi. ![]()
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