The Nobel prize-winning novelist and I are seated on a narrow wooden bench, gazing past crimson velvet ropes into a somewhat forlorn attic bedroom. A single bed, a few old postcards tacked up on a wall, a battered suitcase in one corner. "This is the classic museum moment," says Orhan Pamuk, grinning. "You know, the bed where Winston Churchill once lay, or Ataturk." But we are in Pamuk's museum and the joke is on, well, museums. The person whose bed this is Kemal doesn't actually exist. He is a fiction, the protagonist of Pamuk's latest novel, Museum of Innocence ...
Orhan Pamuk's Memory Palace
Subscriber content preview.
or
Log-In
To continue reading:
or
Log-In