The Museum of Innocence : Book Experience

There are books which you are not sure of comprehending, let alone describing. It gives emotion in abundance, makes you restless, trickles your nerves and flirts with your senses. It takes you on a journey that writer took years to imagine and characters took a life to live. It might have germinated out of an idea or a concept, but by the time it took shape of a novel, it becomes guiding companion of yours.

Orhan Pamuk’s The Museum of Innocence is that book for me.

The bulky, voluminous book stayed in my handbag for a month, allowing me relish few pages during my journey from work to home. I loved holding it. I can sense its weight and in true sense of world, my hands were full.

TheMOI

It has everything to grip you tightly. Love, separation, anxiety and death. It has words that weave wisdom, sentences that keep wrinkle straight and pages that give pangs.

The book is an account of love between a wealthy businessman Kemal and a poorer distant relation Füsun during the period 1975 to 1984 in Istanbul. Kemal was in a stable relation, when Fusun entered with an intimacy into his life. The predictable relation got fade and the intimate relation became Kemal’s life.

Kemal loved, the way love is. Kemal lost, the way love is. He denied, his own love to himself. He lied, his physical encounter to his love. Finally, he surrendered, to love.

In all he taught how to love. He treasured the love, its moments and objects. The collection of objects were symbolic of his love, resulting in Museum of Innocence. He kept collecting the trivial objects that witnessed or were part of his love, to create the museum that will be collectible representation of his love saga.

The book itself is a meseum, of wit, wary and wisdom. After all, as Orhan himself said “Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.”. It did that with my time, every-time I picked it.

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “The Museum of Innocence : Book Experience

  1. “Kemal loved, the way love is. Kemal lost, the way love is. He denied, his own love to himself. He lied, his physical encounter to his love. Finally, he surrendered, to love.” – the way you have expressed these lines, wow!
    I usually avoid novels that pack in the troubled times such as war or history.
    I found your review amazing, and different.

    • This is intriguing. Would like to know why you felt avoiding his book. He is one who will talk of his misery for 100 odd pages. So yes, not many will like that. Thanks for dropping by.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s