Ekrem Čaušević Books

In the late 1590s, the Sultan secretly commissions a great book: a celebration of his life and empire, to be illuminated by the best artists of the day - in the European manner. At a time of violent fundamentalism, however, this is a dangerous proposition. Even the illustrious circle of artists are not allowed to know for whom they are working.

Istanbul, šesnaesto stoljeće. Izvan zidina raskošnog dvora caruju siromaštvo, kuga, nemoral i nespokoj. To, dakako, ne priječi Sultana da naruči knjigu u slavu svoje vladavine koja će prikazati svu veličinu Otomanskog carstva. U tu svrhu on daje nalog Tetku Efendiji da okupi najbolje iluminatore u zemlji, čija je tajna zadaća da oslikaju knjigu u stilu tadašnjih europskih majstora. No kako se figurativna umjetnost smatrala povredom islama, ta narudžba nije lišena opasnosti za izvršitelje, zbog čega nijedan iluminator ne smije vidjeti knjigu u cijelosti. Problemi počinju kada jedan od minijaturista nestane, a Sultan zatraži da se njegova smrt rasvijetli za tri dana. Jedini trag koji vodi k rješenju misterija nalazi se u nedovršenim iluminacijama. Je li ta smrt djelo anđela osvete koji je otkrio bogohulno djelo? Ili će krivnja pasti na Karu, ljubomornog pretendenta na ruku Tetkove kćeti, neusporedive ljepotice Šekure? Ova čudesna priča spletena je oko tajnovitih ubojstava i ljubavi, preispitivnja religije i filozofije, suočavanja Istoka i Zapada, te, napose, oko umjetnosti minijature u trenucima njezina uzmaka i nestajanja. Kazuju je sami likovi, pa stoga svako novo poglavlje omogućuje uvid u događaje iz drukčijeg kuta gledanja. Takav propovjedački pristup izražava autorov stav da “pisanje romana pruža užitak pogleda odozgor, kao kad gledamo neki prizor s balkona.”

Tells the story of Galip, an Istanbul lawyer whose wife has vanished. Playing the part of private investigator, he soon finds himself descending deeper and deeper into an extraordinary mystery.

A shimmering evocation, by turns intimate and panoramic, of one of the world’s great cities, by its foremost writer. Orhan Pamuk was born in Istanbul and still lives in the family apartment building where his mother first held him in her arms. His portrait of his city is thus also a self-portrait, refracted by memory and the melancholy–or–hüzün–that all Istanbullus share: the sadness that comes of living amid the ruins of a lost empire. With cinematic fluidity, Pamuk moves from his glamorous, unhappy parents to the gorgeous, decrepit mansions overlooking the Bosphorus; from the dawning of his self-consciousness to the writers and painters–both Turkish and foreign–who would shape his consciousness of his city. Like Joyce’s Dublin and Borges’ Buenos Aires, Pamuk’s Istanbul is a triumphant encounter of place and sensibility, beautifully written and immensely moving.