![]() ![]() From there, Orhan Pamuk goes on to hop perspectives every chapter, weaving a story of magic and mystery in sixteenth-century Istanbul. ![]() He hopes his murderer will be found and brought to justice (the more creative the better). Elegant Effendi describes the sensations of knowing he is dead, of his spirit decoupling from his body. My Name is Red opens with the voice of a dead man. The other, Sacré Bleu, was an irreverent “comedy d’art” by Christopher Moore. This is the second work of historical fiction I’ve read in a month that has a colour in its title and features art as a significant component of its story. ![]()
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