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2945-705X ocracy are often seen as opposing and irreconcilable terms. Existential themes delve into literary nuances in Pamuk that discuss love, happiness, suffering, memory and death.978-1-349-29568-5978-1-137-03954-5Series ISSN 2945-705X Series E-ISSN 2945-7068
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Tensions in the Nation: Pamuk and Svevo faces the modern world.. How is a life to be lived? How can meaning be given to a life, or how can one obtain meaning? What is the relationship of the self to society? What is love? These are questions that have concerned humanity since the inception of contemplating what it means to be human. The
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Mirroring Istanbulon slippery ground, which is constantly moving, challenging any definition that would confine it within fixed boundaries. With its variety of ingredients that includes autobiographical details from Pamuk’s own childhood memories, photographs from the family album, newspaper articles, paintings, as w
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Problematizing East-West Essentialisms: Discourse, Authorhood, and Identity Crisis in Orhan Pamuk’s y is and has been both geographically and textually at the center of this debate. This chapter will trace some of the nuanced expressions of this dilemma in Nobel Laureate Orhan Pamuk’s third novel . (1985) . through the lens of Michel Foucault’s discussions of the author from his 1970 essay, “What
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On the Road or between the Pages: Seeking Life’s Answersand discovers as he looks at the cracks in the ceiling and hears footsteps in the room above him that for the first time he did not know who he was. He writes, “I wasn’t scared: I was just somebody else, some stranger … I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth