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micahammon 's review for:
The Museum of Innocence
by Orhan Pamuk
This is a strange book. I really enjoyed the writing. To be honest, I love the writing. On the other hand I cringed every time the protagonist addressed the readers to talk about his little pet museum. I recognize similar feelings from lovelorn moments in my life, and even the best moments of reciprocal love--the way simple objects take on their own power. That's real.
I know the point is to not be embarrassed and cringe as we share those intimate, even embarrassing moments from our lives. But besides the distraction it caused me every time the protagonist became self-aware to talk about his collection with supposed museum attendees, it was the air of importance and expectation that droves of people, school buses full of kids even, would be going to visit.
I know the point is to not be embarrassed and cringe as we share those intimate, even embarrassing moments from our lives. But besides the distraction it caused me every time the protagonist became self-aware to talk about his collection with supposed museum attendees, it was the air of importance and expectation that droves of people, school buses full of kids even, would be going to visit.