As evening fell, he lost himself in the light still lingering in the sky above in the snowflakes whirling ever more wildly in the wind he saw nothing of the impending blizzard but rather a promise, a sign pointing the way back to the happiness and purity he had known, once, as a child. If he hadn't been so tired, if he'd paid a bit more attention to the snowflakes swirling out of the sky like feathers, he might have realized that he was traveling straight into a blizzard he might have seen at the start that he was setting out on a journey that would change his life forever and chosen to turn back.īut the thought didn't even cross his mind. It was heavier and thicker than the snow he'd seen between Istanbul and Erzurum.

We should note straightaway that this soft, downy beauty of a coat would cause him shame and disquiet during the days he was to spend in Kars, while also furnishing a sense of security.Īs soon as the bus set off, our traveler glued his eyes to the window next to him perhaps hoping to see something new, he peered into the wretched little shops and bakeries and broken-down coffeehouses that lined the streets of Erzurum's outlying suburbs, and as he did it began to snow. He was sitting next to the window and wearing a thick charcoal coat he'd bought at a Frankfurt Kaufhof five years earlier. That's why our traveler had taken his bag on board with him the big dark-red Bally valise was now wedged between his legs. He'd managed to find it, an ancient Magirus, but the conductor had just shut the luggage compartment and, being 'in a hurry,' refused to open it again. He'd just come into the station on a bus from Istanbul - a snowy, stormy, two-day journey - and was rushing up and down the dirty wet corridors with his bag in tow, looking for his connection, when someone told him the bus for Kars was leaving immediately. He'd boarded the bus from Erzurum to Kars with only seconds to spare.

If this were the beginning of a poem, he would have called the thing he felt inside him the silence of snow. The silence of snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver. NPR's Steve Inskeep spoke with Pamuk about his latest novel. But while its subject matter touches upon everything from the European Union to Islamic fundamentalism, Snow has been praised for its indelible characters and an insistence on a basic humanity. Turkish author Orhan Pamuk's Snow is an admittedly political novel. Detail of the cover of Orhan Pamuk's Snow.

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