Paperback, 544 pages
Chinese language
Published Sept. 13, 2011 by Mai tian chu ban.
伊斯坦堡，1590年代末期，蘇丹秘密委製一本偉大的書簎：頌揚他的生活與帝國。他找來當時最優秀的畫家，以歐洲的風格為此書作畫。然而，在激進宗教基本教義運動盛行的當時，這是一項危險的計劃。任何具像藝術的作品皆被視為對伊斯蘭教的抵觸。為了自身的安危，參與繪畫的藝術家們必需暗中進行計劃。
然而，一位纖細畫家失蹤了，唯恐已遭殺害，這時他們的大師不得不尋求外援。遇害的畫家究竟是死於畫師間的夙仇、愛情的糾葛、還是宗教的暴力？蘇丹要求在三天內查出結果，而線索，很可能就藏在書中未完成的圖畫某處……奧罕．帕慕克，土耳其最重要的小說家，名聲響譽全世界。
在《我的名字叫做紅》中，他不僅編織出一個驚悚的謀殺之謎，對於愛情與藝術創作，更有深刻迷人的闡釋。
Thriller policiaco, en la turquia antigua, un excelente estilo literario, un gran manejo de los tiempos, actores, su descripcion me hace imaginar oscuridad, noche, tinieblas misterio, todo elementos para este desarrollo policiaco, lo compare, toda proporcion guardada, ( otros tiempos, otros modos ) con el nombre de la rosa de Humberto Ecco
3,75
historischer Kriminalroman und leidenschaftliche Liebes- geschichte und jede Menge Knabenerotik. Der Leser lernt viel über die Welt um 1500 im Vorderorient.
Sehr schöner historischer Roman, der Einblicke in eine völlig fremde Welt gibt. Sehr gutes Buch. Lesen!
I read the German Edition!
A great novel. Enter a very secret world. Include boy erotism and how to paint Oriental pictures. Learn how painful it is...
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Konstantin von Weberg
This is the most boring book I've ever read. I feel like absolutely nothing happened in the story, and the book was just narrative about art.
My name is black. I am Red. I, Shekure. All things appear equal in the eyes of Allah.
A beautiful painting in a book. A medium transcribed, with the visions of the story from all angles portrayed through the individual perspectives of each chapter/painting. A subtle and intelligent murder mystery, a romantic tale, a classic, told through the eyes of portraits in a way that contorts the reader and makes them re-think everything they could know about art and perspective. Absolutely spectacular.
Susan found the book a plod. Stephanie loved it. Jenna didn't finish it, because the library had passed out all 15 copies (and where are these people?) and she had to request a hold to get one. The structure was interesting. As a murder mystery it was a dud, partly because you didn't care much about the suspects. (Hell, you could barely tell them apart.) But the plot was merely the skeleton of the book, upon which Pamuk hung stories, fables, discussions of the nature of art, and pros and cons of individual style and ego.
"My Name is Red" by Orhan Pamuk is a brilliant, well-written book. The author, a recent Nobel Laureate in Literature, is one of my favorites and his "Istanbul: Memories of a City" is one of my favorite books. His strength lies in the ability to articulate the odd position of Istanbul, as a city forever straddling West and East. These complicated questions of identity are combined with a sort of "mischievousness" or playfulness with the world (I cannot think of a better way to describe it) which permeates his writing and makes it so enjoyable.
The book is craftily constructed- each chapter is a first-person narrative of a different part of the story by a different person (sometimes drawings or paintings themselves). But "My Name is Red," which is one of Pamuk's more popular novels, seems to exist uneasily in two different genres. The first is a mystery: a group …
"My Name is Red" by Orhan Pamuk is a brilliant, well-written book. The author, a recent Nobel Laureate in Literature, is one of my favorites and his "Istanbul: Memories of a City" is one of my favorite books. His strength lies in the ability to articulate the odd position of Istanbul, as a city forever straddling West and East. These complicated questions of identity are combined with a sort of "mischievousness" or playfulness with the world (I cannot think of a better way to describe it) which permeates his writing and makes it so enjoyable.
The book is craftily constructed- each chapter is a first-person narrative of a different part of the story by a different person (sometimes drawings or paintings themselves). But "My Name is Red," which is one of Pamuk's more popular novels, seems to exist uneasily in two different genres. The first is a mystery: a group of miniaturists in 16th century Istanbul are working on a secret manuscript for the Sultan done in the "Frankish" method. One of them ends up dead and it takes the investigations of Black Effendi to find out which of the miniaturists is the killer. The second is a meditation on art and perception. Both of these things would exist fine on their own but at times, I found their marriage to be difficult. I found the mystery to be confusing and obtuse and the philosophy a bit irritating when I wanted to focus on the mystery. Also, I personally was not interested with the topic of the philosophy.
I think the work is unique but is one which I did not enjoy as much as I had expected. Perhaps the idea of the book not meeting my expectations is part of the problem- I had approached the book looking for perhaps more of a straight forward mystery and got something much more complex. This book is not a simple narrative and should be read when one can fully devote time and concentration to its very interesting ideas- if not, you may miss something.
