Book - 30, Silent House

Silent House (1983)

by

Orhan Pamuk

Book Read: 28 September - 04 October, 2015

Note Written: 04 October 2015

Normally what I do is read a book, wait for a couple of days, reflect on the book, and write my thoughts. This time, it's not that. I just finished reading Silent House. Pamuk weaves his magic of stories into my life yet again (not that I have read many of his works, just two, including this). Silent House claims nothing profound in its plot or but remains profound as it unravels the lives of the characters who narrate their own life and experiences. Every person is different in life and life is equally different for everyone. Our choices maketh what we are and we are all closely linked to each other, every human being, in thoughts and deeds- what affects you can affect me as well, some way or the other. All characters in the novel, Grandma (Fatma), Recep, Faruk, Hasan, Nilgun, Metin - all of them have lives knit close to each other and all of them bears crosses of their own. The book shows a clash of ideologies, religion, personal conflicts, love, lust, meaninglessness of life events, lack of empathy and understanding, fraud, and much more to us. Somehow, Recep the dwarf had always had the form of Peter Dinklage in my imagination while reading Silent House. Sometimes you place people/actors you know will fit the role, in your mind, for when events and characters are visualized as you read. 

I don't know what else to say... Life is a journey straight ahead, there is no turning back from it, there is only memories left. We can relive them, we can brood over them. We can amend our sins of the past through regret and repentance. We can build a new life through our memories.