Harvesting Dutch Absurds
The Illogical and the Arrogant aroud us

Orhan Pamuk helpt u weten of u een Pathologische Leugenaar bent
donderdag 12 oktober 2006 17:01 door gogan
Als u
werkelijk Istanboel door Orhan Pamuk hebt gelezen en als u
in ernstig kunt verklaren dat de tekst een Prijs van Nobel - toen
verdient, moet u een pathologische leugenaar zijn. Ga naar een
arts. Nadat u hebt gezien en gesproken aan één (aarzel niet te
informeren krimp dat ik het bezoek heb voorgesteld) kom terug en
antwoord aan deze post. Dan zal ik red u proberen. (meer
komt)SEARCHING ENGLISH? See further! Click here for full
text in English which comes out this afternoonl(Top pic: Orhan Pamuk. The guy has no guilt. They are just nicely misusing him. In many of the various meanings of that expression.)
Maria
Trepp 12-10-2006 19:55
Hij heeft de nobelprijs niet gekregen voor zijn boek Istanbul,
maar voor de manier waarop hij (ook in andere romans) over zijn
geboortestad schrift. Maar ook 'Istanbul' is een leuk boek, al
vanwege de foto's .
Gogan 12-10-2006 20:10
I know why did he get the prize: He deminishes the Turks and
supports the Armenians (was his mother 100% or 75% Armenian?) and
is therefore a Nobel-Prize Level writer. Why don't you
carry on posting on the other side?
This is just an advertisment.
"Istanbul" is an awfully borring, untrue, pretencios, falsified pettish text in which he deminishes his Turkish father and glorifies his Armenian mother and her side. Two high-school girls from Enschede would produce a better and more interesting diary than this anti-talent from Istanbul of all places!
Sorry for one more disagreement: the photos are indeed miserable but they fully and truly fit the text of the book. And they tell us how poor, how totally false are all his claims related to his family life and style.
I would appreciate if you posted any new comments on the other side. Here. Thank you.
This is just an advertisment.
"Istanbul" is an awfully borring, untrue, pretencios, falsified pettish text in which he deminishes his Turkish father and glorifies his Armenian mother and her side. Two high-school girls from Enschede would produce a better and more interesting diary than this anti-talent from Istanbul of all places!
Sorry for one more disagreement: the photos are indeed miserable but they fully and truly fit the text of the book. And they tell us how poor, how totally false are all his claims related to his family life and style.
I would appreciate if you posted any new comments on the other side. Here. Thank you.
Partout 13-10-2006 08:19
Ik Karmozijn en Sneeuw zijn zonder meer meesterwerken.
Wie iets van terrorisme wil begrijpen moet Sneeuw lezen.
Bovendien een zeer moedige schrijver die gevangenisstraaf riskeerde met zijn uitspraken over de genocide van de Armeniers.
Volkomen terecht dus deze prijs!
Reactie is geredigeerd
Wie iets van terrorisme wil begrijpen moet Sneeuw lezen.
Bovendien een zeer moedige schrijver die gevangenisstraaf riskeerde met zijn uitspraken over de genocide van de Armeniers.
Volkomen terecht dus deze prijs!
Reactie is geredigeerd
Gogan 13-10-2006
12:38
To say that "Snow" is a literary masterpiece indicates that you
need a brief course in literature to start with and then a
reading-list of say 25 titles of world literature as follow-up.
When the Swedish Academy hesitates to acknowledge Harper
Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird), John Updike or
just as well Harry Mulisch in favor of Orhan Pamuk, they
can just as well bestow the prize on Isis Nedloni.
When you speak of a genocide over Armenians you may just as well use some real history, not tam-tam books written by the Armenian diaspora. Pamuk suffers of a complex (probably Oedipus), his sentence structure is poor and his plot, language and craftsmanship enter literature with titles of a very shallow waterline.
My poor memory tells me that there has not been so much a do about a lesser writer for a very long time. Pamuk is a soft reading. It is autobiographical, it is heavily made-up, it is irrelevant and has no intrinsic literary value. He is a mixed-blood Armenian-Turk and will always snap under that sort of psychologic pressure.
But he IS a Nobel Prize winner for literature.
The Swedish Academy is a notorious institution which sways under smallest political pressure. If it were not for the huge pile of Nobel's money - their prize would be worth nothing. They have skipped Leo Tolstoy, Franz Kafka, Maxim Gorki, Bertold Brecht, Jacques Prévert, Federico García Lorca. James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, Jack London, Ezra Pound, Iris Murdoch, Philip Roth, Dobrica Cosic, Milorad Pavic, Slavko Janevski, Goran Stefanovski and many others.
This time they worked, "I have no proof but I claim so" (as one poor academic said), under political pressure and further degraded the merit of the prize. My point is that the prize should stay - somebody else should award it.
P.S>
You do not read the other threads, do you? Please switch on the other side: do use the link above your previos post.
When you speak of a genocide over Armenians you may just as well use some real history, not tam-tam books written by the Armenian diaspora. Pamuk suffers of a complex (probably Oedipus), his sentence structure is poor and his plot, language and craftsmanship enter literature with titles of a very shallow waterline.
My poor memory tells me that there has not been so much a do about a lesser writer for a very long time. Pamuk is a soft reading. It is autobiographical, it is heavily made-up, it is irrelevant and has no intrinsic literary value. He is a mixed-blood Armenian-Turk and will always snap under that sort of psychologic pressure.
But he IS a Nobel Prize winner for literature.
The Swedish Academy is a notorious institution which sways under smallest political pressure. If it were not for the huge pile of Nobel's money - their prize would be worth nothing. They have skipped Leo Tolstoy, Franz Kafka, Maxim Gorki, Bertold Brecht, Jacques Prévert, Federico García Lorca. James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, Jack London, Ezra Pound, Iris Murdoch, Philip Roth, Dobrica Cosic, Milorad Pavic, Slavko Janevski, Goran Stefanovski and many others.
This time they worked, "I have no proof but I claim so" (as one poor academic said), under political pressure and further degraded the merit of the prize. My point is that the prize should stay - somebody else should award it.
P.S>
You do not read the other threads, do you? Please switch on the other side: do use the link above your previos post.
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constantly being thought democracy and the people who try to teach
it don't want to learn it themselves" " - Vladimir Putin * * *
"The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep?that their
interests and his own are the same." - Stendahl [Marie-Henri
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nom de plume * * * "Politicians are the same all over. They
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time to pause and reflect." - Mark Twain [Samuel Langhornne
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Founding Father * * * "During the Cold war the peace was scary,
fragile but reliable. Now it is less reliable. - Vladimir Putin
Well, this is
just the beginning of an idea, pretty entangled right now. It is
about my feelings arising from a visual contact with public figures
by proxy. I mean, these are reflections triggered by published
pictures of various people without or definitely
before reading a word about their characters. So far these
accounts are ready: Giovanni Accongiagioco Elkann, of the
Agnelli family; Howard Stern, the King of All Media in
America; Barack Obama, possibly the next President of USA;
Toshihiko Fukui, the governor of the Bank of Japan;
Patricia Joan Remak, former Dutch MP, now a convict;
Peter Hartz, VW + Germany's master crook; Chad
Hurley, co-establisher of YouTube; Nobuyoki Oneida, CFO
of Sony Corporation I'll read your portraits too, if you send
the pic! TRY ME So, all you need to do is
One may be
confused with the people of the South. They are so pationate. Begin
from its West or East coast - all the same. Fiery. Promiscuous.
Volatile. Irrational. And now comes the sober Financial Times with
this interpretation about the Greek women whoring at such a grand
scale. You might be interested
I think
Turkey deserves every possible argument supporting its impressive
drive to full EU membership.
A FAST
MOUTH HURTS MORE THAN A BIG ONE? There was this big boss coming
back from a successfull business trip so he thought he could have a
break and told his driver to stop at the first seaside restaurant
for a late lunch. When the driver parked the limousine, the capable
secretary fixed a table by the shore and when he came from the
restroom the appetizers were served and it was all spotless. During
the middle of the lunch a golden fish sprung out of the water and
somehow landed on the table. The Queen of magic fish said: -I am
the one who fulfills those legendary three wishes. You are three,
thus one for each of you. The secretary jumped elated and said:
-I'd like to enjoy my life with my darling in beatiful villa
someplace in the Carribean. -Piece of cake,-said the golden fish,
flapped with the tail and the secretary was gone. Then the driver,
almost stuttering, said: -I wish to pass my days with my wife and
kids on Hawaii, in a mension and two chaufers for two big cars. The
golden fish flapped with the tail and the driver was gone. After
some time, the fish turned towards the boss and said: -What do you
wait, it is your turn! -Cant't you see I am eating? When the boss
finished eating, he said: -Bring those two smart-asses back, the
lunch-break is over. MORALE OF THE STORY Do not speak
ahead of your boss or you may be in for some nasty surprises.
SOLUTION
OF A MID-LIFE CRISIS When I was married for 25 years, I took a
look at my wife one day and said, "honey, 25 years ago, we had a
cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a
10-inch black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a
hot 25-year-old blonde. "Now, we have a nice house, nice car, big
bed and plasma screen TV, but I'm sleeping with a 50-year-old
woman. It seems to me that you are not holding up your side of
things." My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out
and find a hot 25-year-old blonde, and she would make sure that I
would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap
car, sleeping on a sofa bed and watching a 10-inch black and white
TV. Aren't older women great? They really know how to solve your
mid-life crises!!
This is a
worksite where an exhaustive collection of pictures-cum-comment
posts pile up and will one nice day form a maze of memories I like
visiting and re-visiting. They, the posts, will allow the visitor
to add, correct, renege or comment in one decent way the entries.
Eventually, people and places may be enlightened by fresh opinion
and be a source for biographers and historians. Ambitious, eh? Thus
It happens
that I am so very often pissed off by my insecurity, by long
stretches of time spent on balancing "pro et contra" before taking
a decision on anything. Thus, despite my advancing age I tend to
rash past he pole of no return and dive into a project although I
know it was not properly investigated. Now I am approaching the
moment of an actual beginning of a new book and I, kind of, lean
towards picking the less researched project, a title that may bring
me into unfamiliar or poorly known situations I will have to
describe as guidance for other people practical needs. That drives
me mad. That is why I bring out, here, useless elements of what one
day will be the new title. So, here you will have bits and odds
about available properties around the world, Nothing really
practical, more daydreaming than anything. Say, everybody
subscribed to IEX daily letter will have noticed that the French
Investment Project. These people are my neighbors in Amstelveen but
have offices in Carcassonne, a beautiful place we love visiting for
a day or two, too. They offer a possibility for investment in a
Villas Les Clos, near St. Tropez, 800 metres from the Med, for only
€12,500. I do not know how exactly does this scheme work, but
I know that in time-share and stuff one needs every precaution
before diving in. Well, if you decide to go down there and inspect
the property in situ, you may decide to drive via Limoges
where somebody else had just brought out to the market a real
castle. It can be yours for €20,4 million. (top pic)
That is a bit on the upper side of €12,000 but you might be
interested to have a look. It is called Chateau Lionhearts and
offers 17 bedrooms plus forests and lakes, stables, roof terrace, a
cinema. Historic, built after the Crusades, tastefully restored to
the highest standards, lots of modern technical details but still
managing to maintain its original character and charm.
If that is
on the steep side - there is this splendid 18th century chateau,
(here left) in the Loire valley with 3 wine cellars, fully
furnished, it has 16 bedrooms, Outbuildings include villa, chapel,
staff accomodation and stables, All in 10 hectares of landscaped
park, for only €3,3 million.
My very first
real book is just out from the presses. It is lavishly
revied peace of work in which I did my best to present Turkey and
the Turks, Asia Minor, as acurately as possible. The reviewers
(ethnic Turks and Macedonian) kind of insist that the 368 pages are
written with lots of affection dor the people and the land, that it
insists on dispersing the mists of prejudices and that it can be
read as a novel. I also like the title. You can buy it from
Reading Times
Literary Supplement Is one of my great pleasures. Sometimes I use
the paper sometimes 
Some of you
may be interested in my impressions from travels around the world.
Just begun developing that site. A bit early for promoting it, but
that is how I tick. 
During the
darkest of the winter one would hardly pack up and roam Turkey.
Even its deepest south, right there by Alexandreta and Hatay,
although covered with lush citrus gardens in full harvest - is not
exactly warm. There are at least 20 events on the programe for the
Turkey Now Festival and one of the highlights is a jazz
concert that you can sample here:
Mark
Mazower:
Bas
Soetenhorst en Michiel Zonneveld: AFREKENEN MET PEPER, Van
Gennep, 235 pp, 2001 een spannende en onthullende reconstructie van
de affaire. Met bijdragen van Leo Huberts en Hans van der Heuvel,
Uri Rosenthal en Ruud Veenstra; Probably one of the most
illustrative documents about the Dutch political zoo and its exotic
exemplars. I have be re-reading this now and again. It is an
effervescing spring of incredible twists of logic
Only
curiosity made me buy, on the outbound flight to Turkey, Orhan
Pamuk's Istanbul, Memoirs and the City. Of what I
made myself read, this is one of those impressively misconceived
and then miscarried products under the authors loom. It is more a
sadly borring collection of family album images by an ambitious
high-school brat than anything remotely similar to literature. If
Mr. Pamuk did not decide to extend his superfluous views over the
Armenian question - it is most improbable that the worthless text
would have been reviewed at all. If you have €30 to spare you
may consider rewarding yourself and three friends for a Burger King
meal on Schiphol instead. There is always something far more
interesting going on and you will have eventually created an event
more memorable than this book by Orhan Pamuk.
A friend of
mine is leaving for Spain next weekend and I expect him to bring me
the tripple authored (Ferran Adria, Juli Soler, Albert
Adria) most impressive catalogue ELBULLI 2003-2004
probably the most "with-it" gastronomy book around. It is 656
pages, weighs 4,500g, costs €140 and is accompanied with
MAC/Windows iinteractive disc. Will be superb surprise if he tells
me: You need not pay, this is a souvenier
Well, there
is no need beating about the bush. After a year of fun and play we,
the bloggers, though this may sound like we the people it is
not anything like that famous declaration, must have realized that
there is a lot of time, effort and skill poured into the VK. By
both our generous hosts and by our modest selves. I believe that
GJB and us could chat a bit about a new, commercial, twist to the
individual pages. Since we are a sort of one big family and we have
all grown up in a year, maybe we should see whether and how we
could contribute to the costs of this facility, gather money for
improving it and, doing so, earn a decent buck individually. The
proposal is simple. GJB supplies those who are interested the
price-list for a 300x300 pix slot on this column, agrees to pay us
commission (which he anyways pays to others) and we contract
sponsors who pay directly to VK upon which VK shells out our part.
We as authors do not promote those sponsors in our posts.
There are parties which do not even know about the VK but may be
interested to advertise here for any reason, especially sponsoring
an acquaintance's or friend's hobby or whatever. To secure that the
big-time advertising wizards are not affected, we, the small fry,
would be allowed to bring adds at lest 600 pixels under the
ad at the top for which VK gets money. So, that is it. Simple like
Senate Beans Soup. All we need do is agree on the percentage of the
commission!
