Orhan Pamuk’s My Name Is Red is one of the more complicated books I’ve ever read. It contains fifty-nine chapters, focusing mainly on twelve narrative voices (as if one wasn’t enough) and concentration is […]
Orhan Pamuk’s My Name Is Red is one of the more complicated books I’ve ever read. It contains fifty-nine chapters, focusing mainly on twelve narrative voices (as if one wasn’t enough) and concentration is […]