Orhan Pamuk has taken over my heart with his poignant descriptions of man sucked in the vortex of pain, desire and helplessness. All of his books are centered in a Turkey straddling between East and West, Rich and poor, strong and weak.
The Silent House takes the reader into the house of an old grandmother lying in bed and waiting for death to take her away from her unsettled world full of despair. The book gravitates between past and present, hidden and obvious, and sorrow and joy. The grandchildren along with the house servant are all characters linked with the debilitated owner of the house.
Pamuk is not to be missed at all!!!