I am halfway through Orhan Pamuk's new novel, The Museum of Innocence - a hard place to be because I'm impatient about being at work, wishing to leave as soon as possible to continue reading. Pamuk is prominent among Istanbul's literati, and this new volume is sure to increase his stature domestically and globally. It's not that often that I fall head over heels in love with a novel, but I have with this. What is even more unusual is, despite a narrator who is a dissembling cad, that same voice succeeds in quickly drawing the reader right into the vortex of the this story of passion, treachery, and guile. Before the tale is over, I know Pamuk will unveil the actual museum in the title, and I'm sure the narrator will use the museum's exhibits to argue his innocence, but what happens before then, I can't find out until I can get home to finish the book!
