پدرم

by Orhan Pamuk, بهاره فریس‌آبادی (Translator)

به‌رغم ضرباهنگ سریع زندگی امروز، اوقات ما پر است از فراغت‌های کوتاه و فرصت‌های طلایی. اتاق انتظار پزشک و صف و بانک و وقت‌هایی که توی تاکسی و مترو می‌گذرانیم، می‌تواند وقف سرک کشیدن از پنجره‌ای کوچک به جهان عجیب شاهکارهای ادبی شود. نیز، بارها اتفاق افتاده که تلاش کرده‌ایم مطالعه‌ی یکی از این شاهکارها را آغاز کنیم اما به دلیل هیبت اثر، نداشتن زمان کافی یا همگام نشدن با حال و هوای داستان از این کار بازمانده‌ایم. در این مواقع دسترسی به گزیده‌ای خوشخوان و مناسب از آثار نویسنده می‌تواند جرئت و شوق مطالعه‌ی نوشته‌ای را که خواندنش کاری شاق به نظر می‌رسید در ما برانگیزد. پانوراما همین هدف را دنبال می‌کند: جهان‌نمایی وسیع که به آسانی در دسترس عموم مخاطبان قرار می‌گیرد.

Genres: Nonfiction, Turkish Literature, Turkish, Nobel Prize, Essays, Memoir, Literature

72 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2007

About the author

Ferit Orhan Pamuk is a Turkish novelist, screenwriter, academic, and recipient of the 2006 Nobel Prize in Literature. One of Turkey's most prominent novelists, he has sold over 13 million books in 63 languages, making him the country's best-selling writer.
Pamuk's novels include Silent House, The White Castle, The Black Book, The New Life, My Name Is Red and Snow. He is the Robert Yik-Fong Tam Professor in the Humanities at Columbia University, where he teaches writing and comparative literature. He was elected to the American Philosophical Society in 2018.
Of partial Circassian descent and born in Istanbul, Pamuk is the first Turkish Nobel laureate. He is also the recipient of numerous other literary awards. My Name Is Red won the 2002 Prix du Meilleur Livre Étranger, 2002 Premio Grinzane Cavour and 2003 International Dublin Literary Award.
The European Writers' Parliament came about as a result of a joint proposal by Pamuk and José Saramago. Pamuk's willingness to write books about contentious historical and political events put him at risk of censure in his homeland. In 2005, a lawyer sued him over a statement acknowledging the Armenian genocide in the Ottoman Empire. Pamuk said his intention had been to highlight issues of freedom of speech in Turkey. The court initially declined to hear the case, but in 2011 Pamuk was ordered to pay 6,000 liras in compensation for having insulted the plaintiffs' honor.

Reviews

[Peiman E iran · Rating 2 out of 5]

‎دوستانِ گرانقدر، این کتاب از سه بخش تشکیل شده است
‎در بخشِ نخست، <اورهان پاموک> پس از مرگِ پدرش در موردِ او مینویسد و ما را با شخصیتِ پدرش آشنا میکند
‎در بخشِ دوم، راوی پسربچه ای هشت ساله است و داستان در مورد او و برادرِ بزرگترش میباشد که هر دو دبستانی هستند و در یک ساختمان با پدر و مادر و خانوادهٔ پدری زندگی میکنند... داستان هیچ ندارد جز روزمرگیِ این دو کودک و تا آنجایی پیش میرود که پدر به یکباره آنها را ترک میکند و به پاریس میرود و این دو برادر با مادرشان تنها میمانند
‎بخش سوم مربوط به سخنرانی اورهان پاموک در مراسمِ نوبل و پس از دریافتِ جایزه میباشد که در موردِ پدرش و چمدانی که به او داده و پُر از دست نوشته بوده است، سخن میگوید و از این میگوید که ترسی عجیب برایِ باز کردنِ چمدانِ پدر داشته است
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‎وقتی پدرهایِ دیگر از شخصیتهایِ مذهبی برایِ فرزندانشان حرف میزدند، پدرِ من برایم از "سارتر" و "آلبر کامو" میگفت... این داستانها تأثیراتِ عمیقی در من داشت
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‎همیشه دلمان میخواهد، پدرمان آن پدری باشد که ما میخواهیم، نه آنچیزی که خودش میخواهد باشد
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‎خشمِ آمیخته به حسادتی که به این پدرِ فراری و خوشگذرانی که هرگز مرا تحقیر نکرده و نرنجانده بود احساس میکردم، کم کم به پذیرشی از سرِ تسلیم در برابرِ شباهتِ بی چون و چرایی که بینِ ما بود، بدل شد
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‎به نظرِ من، رازِ نویسندگی، نه در الهام و شهودی که پیدا نیست از کجا می آید، بلکه در صبر و سرسختی است... انگار اصطلاحِ "با سوزن، چاه کندن" را برایِ نویسندگان ساخته اند
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‎برایِ آنکه بتوانیم با نوشته هایمان برایِ خود دنیایی ژرف بسازیم، به صبر و امید نیاز داریم.. ولی نیاز به حبس کردنِ خود در یک اتاق، اتاقی مملو از کتاب، اولین چیزی است که ما را به حرکت وا میدارد
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‎به باورِ من، ادبیات ارزشمندترین اندوخته ای است که آدمیزاد برایِ فهم و ادراکِ خویش، خلق کرده است
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‎کتابسوزی و خفیف شمردنِ نویسندگان، همواره خبررسانِ روزهایِ تاریکی و جهلِ ملتها بوده و میباشد
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‎نویسندگی، حرف زدن از چیزهایی است که همه میدانند، ولی به دانستنِ خود واقف نیستند.. کشف و گسترشِ این آگاهی و شریک شدن آن با دیگران، خواننده را وامیدارد در دنیایی که برایش آشناست، با حیرت و لذت گردش کند
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‎امیدوارم این ریویو در جهتِ آشنایی با این کتاب، کافی و مفید بوده باشه
‎<پیروز باشید و ایرانی>

[Mevsim Yenice · Rating 5 out of 5]

Esere değil, Orhan Pamuk'a veriyorum 5 yıldızı. Ödül konuşmasını bile novella kıvamında yapabildiği için, iyi bir yazar olmak uğruna canını nasıl dişine taktığı için ve Orhan Pamuk olduğu için.

Hep söyleyeceğim, iyi ki varsın Pamuk :)

[sAmAnE · Rating 4 out of 5]

این‌ها همه باید یادآور این باشد که نوشتن و ادبیات عمیقا وابسته است به فقدانی که زندگی‌مان حول آن در گردش است، به احساس خوشبختی و گناه.
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در این کتاب که بیشتر به یک خاطره‌گویی می‌ماند پاموک علاوه بر بیان خاطراتی از پدرش سعی در به رخ کشیدن و صحبت از اهمیت ادبیات در زندگی و بیان وظیفه‌ی اصلی ادبیات دارد. او می‌خواهد پدرش را میان خاطراتش از دوران کودکی تا زمانی‌که نویسنده می‌شود، کشف کند و بشناسد. او به این بهانه سری به دنیای نویسندگی و نوشتن و دلایلی که آن‌ها برای اینکار دارند، می‌زند.

[Kelly · Rating 5 out of 5]

With this:

As you know, the question we writers are asked most often, the favourite question, is; why do you write? I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can't do normal work like other people. I write because I want to read books like the ones I write. I write because I am angry at all of you, angry at everyone. I write because I love sitting in a room all day writing. I write because I can only partake in real life by changing it. I write because I want others, all of us, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and continue to live, in Istanbul, in Turkey. I write because I love the smell of paper, pen, and ink. I write because I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else. I write because it is a habit, a passion. I write because I am afraid of being forgotten. I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings. I write to be alone. Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so very, very angry at all of you, so very, very angry at everyone. I write because I like to be read. I write because once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page, I want to finish it. I write because everyone expects me to write. I write because I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries, and in the way my books sit on the shelf. I write because it is exciting to turn all of life's beauties and riches into words. I write not to tell a story, but to compose a story. I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – just as in a dream – I can't quite get there. I write because I have never managed to be happy. I write to be happy.

...he made me fall in love with this writing all over again. And yes, I'm comfortable displaying my Pamuk talent crush this openly, because if ever a guy deserved it, this man is it. Oh yeah, also, I cried. Deal with it.

The rest of the painful, amazing discourse on his father, the craft and experience of a life writing, his and his country's tortured relationship with the West and the writers of that world, and his struggle for self-worth in a world where people "on the periphery" are made to feel inadequate is equally involving and thought-provoking, I really recommend that anyone who is feeling any lack of motivation or any frustration with the Universe, Life, or Anything go read this. And then read it again, and again, and again again. (Yes, I'm also entirely comfortable with my adoration for this piece causing me to use ridiculous grammar!)

Here's the full lecture: http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/li...

[Sidharth Vardhan · Rating 4 out of 5]

" I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can't do normal work like other people. I write because I want to read books like the ones I write. I write because I am angry at all of you, angry at everyone. I write because I love sitting in a room all day writing. I write because I can only partake in real life by changing it. I write because I want others, all of us, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and continue to live, in Istanbul, in Turkey. I write because I love the smell of paper, pen, and ink. I write because I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else. I write because it is a habit, a passion. I write because I am afraid of being forgotten. I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings. I write to be alone. Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so very, very angry at all of you, so very, very angry at everyone. I write because I like to be read. I write because once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page, I want to finish it. I write because everyone expects me to write. I write because I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries, and in the way my books sit on the shelf. I write because it is exciting to turn all of life's beauties and riches into words. I write not to tell a story, but to compose a story. I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – just as in a dream – I can't quite get there. I write because I have never managed to be happy. I write to be happy."

Pamuk shares his memories of his father in his Nobel-prize acceptance speech. Read it here.

[Mojde Jayez · Rating 4 out of 5]

بسیار ناراحت کننده بود
شخصا تجربه های متعددی از رهاشدگی توسط مردها و پدرها رو شنیدم و تجربه کردم
و بعضی اوقات فکر میکنم میل به فرار در مردها
یه ویژگیه ذاتیه و ربطی به شرایط مردها نداره
شاید تمایل به فرار در همه یکسان باشه ولی مردها جرات بیشتری دارن یا بی خیالترن
من فمینیست نیستم.

[Tahmineh Baradaran · Rating 3 out of 5]

نوشته نویسنده پس ازمرگ پدرش است .
روابط انسانی خوبش ، خوب است و اگرنه ، عدمش به ز وجود . پدر، مادر ، همسرو..بویژه پدرومادر. خاطرات وواکنشهای ما درازدست دادن نزدیکان معمولا" آغشته به افزوده ای از جنس تحسین است واگرعزیزمان باشند اقزون تر. ضرب المثل غیرمودبانه ای هم در خصوص اغراق دربیان صفات افراد درگذشته ، درزبان آذری ما وجوددارد.
نوشتن درباره پدر، مثل پدرپاموک یا چون پدرکافکا ویا هرنوع دیگر خوب است . گرامیداشت یاد آنها یا تسویه حساب با خودمان وخودشان..درهردوصورت مفیداست. شاید به جهت مشابهت های فرهنگی و رفتاری با ترکها ویا ازدست دادن پدر ، نوشته اش برایم دلنشین وقابل درک بود.
می نویسد که چه خوب که با نوشتن می توان واقعیتهای مطلوب را تصور کرد. من اضافه میکنم چه خوب که با خواندن گاهی اوقات می توان ، ازتلخیهای گاه بی پایان فرارکرد..

[Payam Ebrahimi · Rating 1 out of 5]

اساسا آیا وقتی کسی نویسنده شد دیگه هر یادداشت شخصی و هر بخشی از زندگیش رو باید چاپ کنه؟ به فرض که شما نویسنده‌ی خوبی باشید جناب پاموک. این یعنی خوب داستان می‌نویسید. نه که زندگی‌تون هم خوبه و ما از زیر و بم و ریز و‌درشتش باید باخبر شیم و کِیف کنیم از خوندنش.

[Haniye · Rating 2 out of 5]

آخراش دیگه واقعا کصشعر بود
میتونست همون داستان بخش‌های اولش رو ادامه بده. نمیدونم چرا یهو اینطوری رید توش
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[Bahar · Rating 5 out of 5]

Kitap olarak değil ödül konuşmaları olarak değerlendirdim. Konuşmalarında bile bu kadar edebiyat ve naiflik barındırdığı için de Orhan Pamuk'a bir kez daha hayran oldum. Ayrıca benim gibi amatörce bile olsa bir şeyler karalıyorsanız veya karalamak istiyorsanız Babamın Bavulu adlı konuşmasına bayılacaksınız.

[Priyanka · Rating 5 out of 5]

I was just blown away by this Nobel lecture. Even though I'm not a writer, I can completely relate to it. Every sentence is a gem. The way Pamuk paid tribute to his father moved me a great deal. Because, like him, my reading habit is very much influenced by my father. If it were not for my father, I would never have had this love for books. He taught me to read, to save money for the summer book fair, to use the bookmark and not to disrespect the book by folding its pages, to treat the book as a person and not as an object, and above all to live through the books.

I never felt it was a lecture. I felt as if he is telling my story with his words.

It is just 12 pages and if you have 30 minutes to spare, do read this. You won't regret it.

[Frank · Rating 5 out of 5]

This was published in its entirety in the December 25, 2006, issue of the New Yorker just a few weeks after Mr. Pamuk gave the address. I was blown away by the force of the writing, and not long after reading it, I bought his novel Snow. The serendipty of reading the transcript of this short talk set me on a particular reading path: Searching out and reading the works of Nobel laureates. While I've only read one other novel by Pamuk (My Name is Red, in January of this year), it lead me to José Saramago (I've read everything translated so far save one which is out-of-print), Elfrida Jelinek (The Piano Teacher and Lust), J.M. Coetzee (Disgrace and Elizabeth Costello) as well as put a number on my 'to read' list (which I have to add here!) like Halldor Laxness (Independent People) for one.

[Luciana · Rating 3 out of 5]

"Acredito que a literatura seja o tesouro mais valioso que a humanidade acumulou em sua busca de compreender a si mesma".

Esse é um ótimo livro para quem deseja conhecer Pamuk e sua linha política de pensamento, assim como também é um ótimo livro para quem tem interesse na literatura como um todo; como as duas coisas me interessam, a mim foi uma ótima leitura.

Composto de alguns discursos que o escritor proferiu ao ser laureado com o Nobel e demais prémios e conferências, mais do que apenas evocar seu passado como escritor, Pamuk discorre de questões fundamentais que rondam sua obra, desde a questão Ocidente/Oriente, Europa/Turquia, cristianismo/islamismo até o que move a sua escrita e o que o faz escritor.
No mais, Pamuk antes de escritor, é um leitor e como nós, tem profundo amor pela literatura, e essa obra é um conjunto desse amor.

[Rochamapa · Rating 5 out of 5]

Mis lecturas habituales suelen ser novelas, teatro o poesía. Rara vez leo una biografía, alguna vez una obra periodística y casi nunca ensayo, que le voy a hacer, soy más de buscar en los libros la evasión de los mundos paralelos que la realidad del que vivimos. Como todo, este hábito mío tiene sus puntos flacos.
Cuando mi hija me dice que no prueba el ibérico de bellota porque no le gusta, yo le respondo que se equivoca, que le gusta mucho, muchísimo, pero que todavía no lo sabe. Algo así me pasar a mi con lecturas que muestran pensamientos y reflexiones de personas a las que merece la pena atender y entender, estemos o no de acuerdo con ellos: me gustan, pero todavía no estoy acostumbrado a incluirlas en mi dieta.
Hace unas semanas cayó en mis manos esta pequeña delicatessen que es "La maleta de mi padre", en la que se reproducen tres discursos de Pamuk, al recibir sendos premios, entre ellos el que leyó ante la Academia Sueca al recibir el premio Nobel, y que el autor considera una unidad.
El texto es simplemente brillante. Este puñado de líneas que aman amor por la literatura, por la lectura, por la escritura, también son una muestra de dos elementos que creo esenciales; la tensión que supone la dualidad oriente - occidente en un país como Turquía, especialmente entre aquellas personas que tienen, como Pamuk una mente abierta y sensible; y la dureza del oficio de escritor.
Cuando jugaba al baloncesto tenía un entrenador que nos contaba que Drazen Petrovic era muy bueno, pero que durante el año que jugó en el Real Madrid, llegaba a los entrenamientos una hora antes que el resto de sus compañeros y se iba una hora después para perfeccionar su tiro. Nos lo narraba para hacernos llegar que la calidad sin trabajo no marca diferencias; algo así nos transmite un Pamuk que, aunque adora su oficio, lo expone como un trabajo de orfebrería en el que es necesario tesón, paciencia, disciplina y esfuerzo para alcanzar resultados que a veces no llegan.
Sirva esta revisión como reconocimiento de un error que, posiblemente seguiré cometiendo al elegir mis próximas lecturas. Aunque lo mismo el tiempo acompaña y me da por hacer propósito de enmienda.
Voy a por otro que este me ha dejado con hambre.

[cihan kardeşler · Rating 5 out of 5]

Kendi hikayemizden başkalarının hikayeleri gibi ve başkalarının hikayelerinden kendi hikayemizmiş gibi bahsedebilme hüneridir edebiyat.

[Ayşe · Rating 5 out of 5]

Orhan Pamuk külliyatının sonlarına yaklaşırken, yazarın iç dünyasında yol aldığımız eserleri de ayrıca keyifle okuyorum. Babamın Bavulu, 2006 yılında Nobel ödülünü aldığında yaptığı konuşma. Kitabın içinde 2005-2012 yılları arasında aldığı ödüllerin konuşmaları da mevcut. Şüphesiz ki Nobel konuşması en duygusal olanı. Hepsinde yazarın dünyasından, yazarlık yolculuğundan, siyasi birtakım görüşlerinden, yazma eylemi ve dünya görüşünden izler bulacaksınız. Altını çizdiğim çokça cümle oldu. Orhan Pamuk severler listelerine mutlaka eklemeli 👌🏼

Youtube kanalım : https://www.youtube.com/user/ayseum

[Metin Tiryaki · Rating 1 out of 5]

Bu bir kitap filan değil. Orhan Pamuk 'un çeşitli törenlerde yapmış olduğu 4 konuşmayı bir araya getirip basmışlar, tamamen ticari bir ürün, tabi buna izin verdiği için Orhan Pamuk 'u da ayrıca kınıyorum. Buna 4, 5 yıldız verenlerin de mantığını anlayamadım açıkçası.

[Sabina · Rating 5 out of 5]

"Herkesin bildiği ama bildiğini bilmediği şeylerden söz etmektir yazarlık."

[saeed rmzni · Rating 2 out of 5]

مرگ هر مردی با مرگ پدرش آغاز می‌شود.

[Eren · Rating 5 out of 5]

I'd rather Turkish literature, Turkish cinema, Turkish musicians, and Turkish art than foreign countries in the last few years. I gave up all my prejudices about the works of my nation since I read İçimizdeki Şeytan. Day by day, I realize that the artists, authors, and all the important people on any topic in my country are more familiar to me than worldwide people. At the same time, despite the fact that we live in the same country and the same city, walk the same streets, and see and amaze from the same historical places, we are quite different and strangers to each other. While I read these books-Today's topic is Orhan Pamuk, so I'm going to talk about Turkish literature in particular- I discover different feelings, different points of view, and different lifestyles, and I arrive at that point: I don't have to move away from my country to discover humanity, new feelings, and different points of view every time. When I read Turkish literature, I realize how stranger I am to my streets, my people, and even myself, but at the same time, I discover myself and my world more as I read day by day.

I don't share many of the same ideas with Orhan Pamuk. That's why I love to read his books so much. As I read much, I noticed that many of the prejudices about him are quite redundant. And the criticism and the insults that Turkish people move toward him don't have any foundation. No, the language that Orhan Pamuk uses is not weak; he is just a postmodern author, searching for new phrases and playing with grammatical rules. No, he's not just an intellectual about the history of the West; he has massive knowledge about Turkish and Eastern history and mysticism. He is even more knowledgeable about Islam than the people who criticize him for his secularism. No, -which makes me laugh the most- he is not a Turkophobe. He just doesn't hide the problems of the Turkish people. He criticizes the Turkish people (and himself, too) for solving these problems. But he's not a problem solver either. He just defines the problems very offensively, makes Turkish people feel bad (that's why Turkish people are angry at him very much), and wants us to solve our problems by ourselves. That's why I love to read Turkish literature, -and today's topic- Orhan Pamuk, because reading the literature of foreign countries generally feels like escaping reality. But when I read Turkish literature, I am forced to face our problems and explore my identity by a familiar person.

This Nobel lecture says valuable things about writing, the psychology of living in Turkey and other Eastern countries, the father-son relationship, and Orhan Pamuk himself. I'm glad to read Orhan Pamuk's in my main language and to share the resemble spirit with him.

Quotes:

"It is what a person creates when he shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and retires to a corner to express his thoughts – that is, the meaning of literature."

"A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is: when I speak of writing, what comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or literary tradition, it is a person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward; amid its shadows, he builds a new world with words."

"The writer’s secret is not inspiration – for it is never clear where it comes from – it is his stubbornness, his patience."

"If I think back on the books to which I have devoted my entire life, I am most surprised by those moments when I have felt as if the sentences, dreams, and pages that have made me so ecstatically happy have not come from my own imagination – that another power has found them and generously presented them to me."

"When I became a writer, I never forgot that it was partly thanks to the fact that I had a father who would talk of world writers so much more than he spoke of pashas or great religious leaders."

"I believe literature to be the most valuable hoard that humanity has gathered in its quest to understand itself. Societies, tribes, and peoples grow more intelligent, richer, and more advanced as they pay attention to the troubled words of their authors, and, as we all know, the burning of books and the denigration of writers are both signals that dark and improvident times are upon us. But literature is never just a national concern. The writer who shuts himself up in a room and first goes on a journey inside himself will, over the years, discover literature’s eternal rule: he must have the artistry to tell his own stories as if they were other people’s stories, and to tell other people’s stories as if they were his own, for this is what literature is. But we must first travel through other people’s stories and books."

"For me, to be a writer is to acknowledge the secret wounds that we carry inside us, the wounds so secret that we ourselves are barely aware of them, and to patiently explore them, know them, illuminate them, to own these pains and wounds, and to make them a conscious part of our spirits and our writing."

"A writer talks of things that everyone knows but does not know they know."

"All writers who have devoted their lives to this task know this reality: whatever our original purpose, the world that we create after years and years of hopeful writing, will, in the end, move to other very different places. It will take us far away from the table at which we have worked with sadness or anger, take us to the other side of that sadness and anger, into another world. "

"As for my place in the world – in life, as in literature, my basic feeling was that I was ‘not in the centre’. In the centre of the world, there was a life richer and more exciting than our own, and with all of Istanbul, all of Turkey, I was outside it."

"What I feel now is the opposite of what I felt as a child and a young man: for me the centre of the world is Istanbul."

"When he arrived two weeks later, I ran to open the door. My father said nothing, but he at once threw his arms around me in a way that told me he had liked it very much. For a while, we were plunged into the sort of awkward silence that so often accompanies moments of great emotion. Then, when we had calmed down and begun to talk, my father resorted to highly charged and exaggerated language to express his confidence in me or my first novel: he told me that one day I would win the prize that I am here to receive with such great happiness."


And the best answer of the "why do you write?" question:

"As you know, the question we writers are asked most often, the favourite question, is; why do you write? I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can’t do normal work like other people. I write because I want to read books like the ones I write. I write because I am angry at all of you, angry at everyone. I write because I love sitting in a room all day writing. I write because I can only partake in real life by changing it. I write because I want others, all of us, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and continue to live, in Istanbul, in Turkey. I write because I love the smell of paper, pen, and ink. I write because I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else. I write because it is a habit, a passion. I write because I am afraid of being forgotten. I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings. I write to be alone. Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so very, very angry at all of you, so very, very angry at everyone. I write because I like to be read. I write because once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page, I want to finish it. I write because everyone expects me to write. I write because I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries, and in the way my books sit on the shelf. I write because it is exciting to turn all of life’s beauties and riches into words. I write not to tell a story, but to compose a story. I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – just as in a dream – I can’t quite get there. I write because I have never managed to be happy. I write to be happy."

[Farhan Khalid · Rating 3 out of 5]

Two years before his death, my father gave me a small suitcase filled with his writings, manuscripts and notebooks

Literature is what a person creates when he shuts himself up in a room with books, sits down at a table, and retires to a corner to express his thoughts

A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him

As for my place in the world – in life, as in literature – my basic feeling was that I was ‘not in the center’

I felt that my father had read novels to escape his life and culture and flee to the west

I write because I have an innate need to write

I write because I can’t do normal work like other people

I write because I want to read books like the ones I write

I write because I am angry at all of you

I write because I love sitting in a room all day writing

I write because I love the smell of paper, pen and ink

I write because I am afraid of being forgotten

I write to be alone

I write because I like to be read

I write not to tell a story but to compose a story

I write because I have never managed to be happy

I write to be happy

I had decided, aged 22, to become a novelist

My father said nothing, but he at once threw his arms around me in a way to show his happiness

He was trying to convince me to set this prize as a goal

My father died in December 2002

I dearly wish he could be amongst us

[Diego Alexanderson · Rating 5 out of 5]

This lecture made me cry. Made me cry a lot. As every written piece by Orhan Pamuk I find an amazing way to build up a story. The first lines and the finishing lines are epicness in its true nature.
Orhan Pamuk is the best writer in the world.

[Sadaf Sepehr · Rating 4 out of 5]

چند ده میلیون کتاب میتواند وصف پدر از زبان پسر باشد؟ حتما این یکی از آنهاست.
من دیگر مطمئنم که اورهان پاموک از نویسندگان موردعلاقه من است. این کتاب را دقیقا به سبکی نوشته که اگر روزی من درباره پدرم بنویسم، یقین خواهم داشت که این حداکثر آن چیزی است که میتوانم از پدرم ثبت کنم.

[Fateh Brgl · Rating 5 out of 5]

Simply i love this man

[Uğur Karabürk · Rating 5 out of 5]

Orhan Pamuk Okumak keyifliydi

[Nasim.Radfar · Rating 5 out of 5]

زندگي نامه اورهان پاموک و پدرش. قبل خواندن آثار اورهان پاموک بهتر است اين كتاب خوانده شود. اين كتاب در ايران به نام 'پدرم' چاپ شده و انتشارات آوانامه آن را صوتي كرده است.

[Behzad Ahmadi · Rating 3 out of 5]

متن جالبی بود، صحبت های جذابی درباره نوشتن، ادبیات، خانواده و... میکنه، بخش پایانی داستان که سخنرانی جایزه نوبل نویسنده بود رو میشه مستقل هم خوند و حرفای اصلی متن همونجا گفته میشه، در کل کتاب خوبی بود ارزش خوندن داره، متاسفانه از این نویسنده ترک چیزی نخوندم بنظرم رسید که بهتره قبل از خوندن این کتاب سایر آثار نویسنده رو مطالعه کرد باهاش آشنایی داشت اونوقته که از این متن لذت بیشتری میشه برد..

[Gökhan]

Babamın Bavulu adlı Nobel konuşmasında , Orhan Pamuk'un babasına ve onunla olan ilişkisine dair, Cevdet Bey ve Oğulları romanının içine serpiştirdiği detayları fark etmek hoştu. Dört konuşmasında da Avrupalı olmayışa dair hayıflanmalarının izlerini duymak ise biraz sinir bozucu :)

[Metta · Rating 5 out of 5]

Tre conferenze dello scrittore, di cui la prima che dà il titolo al libro, è il discorso di ringraziamento per il conferimento del Nobel, quello da cui sono tratti i seguenti brani. Da leggere, per chi sente profondamente scrittura e lettura come momenti imprescindibili del divenire chi si è.

"E' il senso del lavoro di un uomo che si chiude in una stanza e che, seduto a un tavolo, ritirato in un angolo, si esprime per mezzo di carta e penna - vale a dire il senso della letteratura. (...) La vera letteratura parte dall'uomo che si chiude in una stanza con i suoi libri.
(...) Credo che la letteratura sia il tesoro accumulato dall'uomo nella ricerca di se stesso."

"Scavare un pozzo con un ago" è un bel modo di dire turco che descrive il lavoro dello scrittore.

"Oggi, a distanza di tanti anni, so che questa infelicità è la caratteristica fondamentale che trasforma un individuo in uno scrittore. (...)
Per me, essere scrittori significa prendere coscienza delle ferite segrete che portiamo dentro di noi, ferite così segrete che noi stessi ne siamo a malapena consapevoli, esplorarle pazientemente, studiarle, illuminarle e fare di queste ferite e di questi dolori una parte della nostra scrittura e della nostra identità. Un autore parla di cose che tutti sanno senza esserne consapevoli."

"Come sapete la domanda che più spesso viene posta a noi scrittori, la domanda preferita è: perché scrive? Io scrivo perché sento il bisogno innato di scrivere! Scrivo perché non posso fare un lavoro normale, come gli altri. 
Scrivo perché voglio leggere libri come quelli che scrivo. 
Scrivo perché ce l'ho con voi, con tutti. Scrivo perché mi piace stare chiuso in una stanza a scrivere tutto il giorno.
 Scrivo perché posso sopportare la realtà soltanto trasformandola.
 Scrivo perché tutto il mondo conosca il genere di vita che abbiamo vissuto, che viviamo io, gli altri, tutti noi a Istanbul, in Turchia.
 Scrivo perché amo l'odore della carta, della penna e dell'inchiostro.
 Scrivo perché credo nella letteratura, nell'arte del romanzo più di quanto io creda in qualunque cosa. 
Scrivo per abitudine, per passione.
 Scrivo perché ho paura di essere dimenticato. 
Scrivo perché apprezzo la fama e l'interesse che ne derivano. Scrivo per star solo. Forse 
scrivo perché spero di capire il motivo per cui ce l'ho così con voi, con tutti. 
Scrivo perché mi piace essere letto.
 Scrivo perché una volta che ho iniziato un romanzo, un saggio, una pagina, voglio finirli. 
Scrivo perché tutti se lo aspettano da me.
 Scrivo perché come un bambino credo nell'immortalità delle biblioteche e nella posizione che i miei libri occupano negli scaffali. 
Scrivo perché la vita, il mondo, tutto è incredibilmente bello e sorprendente. 
Scrivo perché è esaltante trasformare in parole tutte le bellezze e ricchezze della vita. 
Scrivo non per raccontare una storia ma per costruirla. 
Scrivo per sfuggire alla sensazione di essere diretto in un luogo che, come in un sogno, non riesco a raggiungere. 
Scrivo perché non sono mai riuscito ad essere felice. 
Scrivo per essere felice."

[Onur · Rating 5 out of 5]

Babamın çantasını açıp defterlerini okumaktan korkuyordum, çünkü benim girdiğim sıkıntılara onun asla girmeyeceğini, yalnızlığı değil arkadaşları, kalabalıkları, salonları, şakaları, cemaate karışmayı sevdiğini biliyordum.

Tek başına bir odada derin bir hayat yaşadığını sanmak mıdır 6 mutluluk? Yoksa cemaatle, herkesle aynı şeylere inanarak, inanıyormuş gibi yaparak rahat bir hayat yaşamak mı? Herkesle uyum içinde yaşar gibi gözükürken, bir yandan da kimsenin görmediği bir yerde, gizlice yazı yazmak mutluluk mudur aslında, mutsuzluk mu?

Avrupa hayali olmayan bir Türkiye'yi düşünemediğim gibi Türkiye hayali olmayan bir Avrupa'ya da inanamayacağımı biliyorum.

Çoğu zaman mutluluğumuzun ve mutsuzluğumuzun nedeni yaşadığımız hayattan çok, ona verdiğimiz anlam.