Books & the Arts / November 27, 2024

Rain and Mountains

Pages from a novelist’s notebook.

Rain and Mountains

Pages from a novelist’s notebook.

Orhan Pamuk

After spending his adolescent years imagining he would become a painter, Orhan Pamuk had a change of heart. “At 22, I killed the painter inside of me,” he recounts, “and began writing novels.” Since then he has gone on to write many novels, including The White Castle, My Name Is Red, Snow, and Nights of Plague, and win the Nobel Prize in Literature. Yet his love of visual art, and in particular landscapes, remained, and in 2008 he “walked into a stationery shop, bought two big bags of pencils, paints, and brushes, and began joyfully and timidly filling little sketchbooks with drawings and colors. The painter inside of me hadn’t died after all.” The following are from these sketchbooks, excerpted from Memories of Distant Mountains: Illustrated Notebooks 2009–2022.

Excerpted with permission from Alfred A. Knopf. ©2024 Orhan Pamuk.

Orhan Pamuk

Orhan Pamuk is the author, most recently, of Istanbul and Snow. He was
awarded the 2005 Prix Medicis and won the International IMPAC Award in
2003 for My Name Is Red.

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