![]() Behold how wonderful it is to live! Behold how wonderful to see. How wonderful it is to cover a surface that awaits me with my own victorious being! Wherever I’m spread, I see eyes shine, passions increase, eyebrows rise and heartbeats quicken. I’m not afraid of other colours, shadows, crowds or even of loneliness. I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor in subtlety, but through determination and will. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances. This study explores multiple facets of the artistic space in Orhan Pamuk’s My Name Is Red through the lens of Michel Foucault’s heterotopia.The facets explored include the role of the artistic medium as a liberating space by being a medium of expression, representation, and catharsis. The techniques of classical Islamic literature are used to. ![]() Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. To say that Orhan Pamuk's new novel, My Name is Red, is a murder mystery is like saying that Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov is a murder mystery: it is true, but the work so richly transcends the conventional limitations of genre as to make the definition seem almost irrelevant. “I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?Ĭolour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. ![]()
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