أزبــكيـة

Other Colors Orhan Pamuk I have come to see the work of literature less as narrating the world than "seeing the world with words". From the moments he begins to use words like colors in a painting, a writer can begin to see how wondrous and surprising the world is, and he breaks the bones of language to find his own voice. For this he needs paper, a pen, and the optimism of a child looking at the world for the first time I have always believed there to be a greedy and almost implacable graphomaniac inside me - a creature who can never write enough, who is forever setting life in words- and that to make him happy I need to keep writing. But when I was putting this book together, I discovered that the graphomaniac would be much happier, and less pained by his writing illness, if he worked with an editor who gave his writings a center, a frame, and a meaning. I would like the sensitive reader to pay as much attention to my creative editing as to the effort I pu...