A story about this — 5 years ago
I really like Orhan Pamuk; his books can be a little difficult to get into but once I do I’m captivated. The narrator in this novel is Pamuk himself, and towards the end of the book he becomes a more prominent figure; he even makes reference to other books that he has written, and some names and themes from those books turn up within the writing as well, making me want to read all of them simultaneously to figure out the pattern . . .
One of his recurring themes is that, actually, the driving need to figure out patterns where they may or may not exist, and the desire to derive meaning from “signs” which are drawn from the everyday. Central to his work, too, is his native Turkey, and Snow has a lot to do with where Turks place themselves between home and Europe, between secular thought and Islam, and how they are viewed by the rest of the world.
The main character, Ka, seems to seek the easiest path to his personal happiness in the midst of a coup, by ignoring or going along with whatever facet of the political and ideological struggle he encounters, seeking only to get to the other side of it all. Which, you know, resonates.