I'm reading "Snow" by Orhan Pamuk. From the front cover: "A spellbinding tale of disparate yearnings-for love, art, power, and God-set in a remote Turkish town, where stirrings of political Islamism threaten to unravel the secular order." And, from the back cover, "Not only an engrossing feat of tale-spinning, but essential reading for our times . . . Snow is eerily prescient, both in its analyses of fundamentalist attitudes and in the nature of the repression and rage and conspiracies and violence it depicts . . . [Pamuk] deserves to be better known in North America, and no doubt he will." "Pamuk is the sort of writer for whom the Nobel Prize was invented."
I've reached the middle of the book and it's helping me to better understand why Islamism has such a hold on so many people.
I've reached the middle of the book and it's helping me to better understand why Islamism has such a hold on so many people.