Snow

I just read Harper’s very favorable review of Orhan Pamuk’s Snow and now the NY Times is also giving it a rave.

Art, its vanities and its detachment from consequences, is one of the author’s targets. But what marks Mr. Pamuk and his targets is that he stands alongside them to receive his own lethal arrows. And he does it with odd gaiety and compassion.

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