The Red-Haired Woman/ORHAN PAMUK

The Red-Haired Woman/ Orhan Pamuk/2017

Translated from the Turkish by Ekin Oklap

Orhan Pamuk won Nobel Prize in Literature in 2006.

My Name is Red.

한데, 이 소설은 마치 고등학생 제자의 습작수준. 나이가 들면 젊은 시절 무의식 속, 生知적, 천재는 사라지는 것

읽어가는 내내, 왜? 왜? 이 따위로 밖에 안 되지? 옆 나라 Oedipus같은 소재를 가져다 쓰면서 이토록 쉽게 망가지고 있다. 노인을 위한 나라는 없다. 

Dementia?

 

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They were heading toward the theater tent. I didn’t follow.

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On the way home, as we climbed up the cemetery hill, I felt as if star was a thought, a moment, a fact, a memory of mine.

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The whole world now was as quiet as the well itself. My knees were shaking. I couldn’t decide what to do.

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And I still thought often of Master Mahmut: somewhere in the back of my mind, an ever-shrinking mas was digging a well right through the core of the earth, and sometimes he entered my dreams in other guises and told me stories.

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He could tell who I was on first sight, since I looked a lot like my father: just as handsome and wearing the same, kind, honest ｅxpression.

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That explained why I was crying now. I was crying about everything, and it was comforting to do so, for it seemed to free my mind to think about other things.

 

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I pulled out the taped-up picture of the red-haired woman by Dante Gabriel Rossetti and handed it to him.

 

17 Aug 2018

Phnom Penh

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