It feels weird to say so, but I sniff death around the corner. The cool thing about writing such lines is that if the writer indeed dies, the readers shall be forced to wonder about the strong premonitory abilities of the writer; while if nothing of the sort sensed happens, the readers wouldn’t remember about what was written anyway.
I had purchased a book named Snow in February this year. I finished reading it only today. And now I want to go to Turkey. To Kars specifically. And live their for some time. Till I get bored. As always. Until then, I will probably read about Turkey some more. Until then, you might like to read some of the quotes from the book – though I must admit that without the context in which they have been used, they might not depict their real meaning.
‘There are two kinds of men,’ said Ka didactically. ‘The first kind does not fall in love until he’s seen how the girl eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she’s angry with her father, and what stories people tell about her. The second type of man – and I am in this category – can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.’
It might not happen in the first instant, but within ten minutes of meeting a man, a woman has clear idea of who he is, or at least he might be, and her heart has already told her whether she’s going to fall in love with him. But her head needs time to decide what her heart has decided.
Ka new very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents.
…there are women who can’t resist a man who believes in nothing but love.
But there’s not a coward in the world who doesn’t dream of the day when he might find himself capable of great courage…
…people who seek only happiness never find it.
‘A woman doesn’t commit suicide because she’s lost her pride; she does it to show her pride.’
‘Women kill themselves because they hope to gain something,’ said Kadife. ‘Men kill themselves because they have lost all hope of gaining anything.’
9 replies on “Snow and the desire to go to Turkey”
I can attempt explaining the last quote.Does it by anywhich way imply that women attempt a suicide to either gain sympathy or as a self-righteous suicide? Like, there death was for a noble cause, or for the betterment of their love beings.
Men, on the other hand, choose death as a final option as a means of escapism. When everything else fails, death wont fail them further.
I may be wrong in context to the book. I just. Tried.
i read half of it….and then i lost the book 🙁
but i enjoyed it…although i hv to say that the kind of language its being translated into, it was very time consuming for me to understand the depth…..sometimes it used to take more than 5mins on just one page.
And about the love…Ipek! very lucid and alluring description in the story.
And yea..I am fascinated with Kars and Turkey…both…further more with the historical city of Istanbul.
will buy it soon , sounds very interesting
Sounds interesting…Will try to get a copy of this book.
Yes you are mostly true Abhilasha.
Hope that you read it fully someday! 🙂
Lest the quotes mislead you, I must tell you that these were the only quotes I could pull out of the book. The book is mostly written in a very simply manner without trying at any point of time to throw those awesome one-liners.
I hope you like it.
Can I have a peek at d sketch? D graphite one.