Sunday, October 10, 2010
Museums of Love
With these museums in mind, I read The Museum of Innocence, by Orhan Pamuk, determined that I would not be fooled by the foreboding and ominous hints that the main character, Kemal, drops about the museum that he creates for his love, Fuson. Pamuk even teased that he admired JSF, and that he was borrowing from his style, in that he introduced himself, Orhan Pamuk, as a guest at an engagement party, just as JSF uses himself as a primary character in his earlier book, Everything is Illuminated. In fact, it was not until page 469, when Kemal states "After all, a love story that ends happily scarcely deserves more than a few sentences!" that I began to believe that this story really would be a tragedy.
The Museum of Innocence is not a page turner, but I think that is intentional. I got through the first 200 pages at a steady pace, but slowed down considerably from pages 200 through 450, while the pace of Kemal's relationship with Fuson stalls. In fact, if I didn't remember Georgia Black, and wasn't so confident that it would all end well, I probably would have stopped reading. With it all said and done, I am glad to have read Museum, but am anxious to get on to my next book.
By the way, today was the 2010 Chicago Marathon, which I so did not run, but which was the original reason behind this blog. When I first started blogging, I planned to chronicle every mile that I ran in training, and the books that I thought about while I was running. Oh well. I'm really not feeling heavy boots about missing it!
Next up: Freedom by Jonathan Franzen