I recently finished reading Istanbul by Orhan Pamuk. I was captivated by the author’s melancholy, his writing style evoked bittersweet emotions from the beginning until the end.
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Istanbul is a book that gathers memories, that Orhan has growing up in the historical Constantinople, from the day he has consciousness until the age of twenty-two. The author has lived in Istanbul during his entire life and he states that he is the type of artist that doesn’t travel and explore to get inspiration, on the contrary, he needs to stay in one place and have a sense of familiarity to let his artistic side come out. I found this aspect particular, especially when we live in an era when people need to travel to rewind and find motivation.