A review by struggleena
My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk

Since finishing Kristin Lavransdatter, I’m on a quest to read authors who have received the Nobel Prize for Literature. I have an interest in Turkey, so I started with My Name is Red. I deeply appreciate the creative narrative style, the shifting perspectives, and the observations of humanity and faith. But my goodness is this dense and sluggish reading. It may not be the right time for me to read this, so I’m stopping for now and perhaps one day I’ll return to it.