Reading this book is clear to me why Pamuk got the Nobel Prize (the book was written post he became a Laureate). Incredible descriptions of the city, social events and relevant conversations.

Although the almost scientific analysis of the complexity of human relationships reminds me of Proust, this is an entirely original, masterfully crafted novel. Like Proust' Remembrance it's mere volume helps the accumulation of experience mimic the alchemy of time. What would appear as neurotic if said in twenty pages seem like the natural sedimentary product of the discrete beads of time in this monumental novel. I understand Pamuk intends to open a museum. I would definitely visit it if/when I visit Istanbul!