![]() ![]() His is a philosophy of masks as with the mirror game, the proliferation of guises only serves to unsettle the idea of a stable self. ![]() The game would turn frightening when, beyond the ranks of faithful imitators, he thought he detected a ‘tiny and very distant renegade group gesturing amongst themselves’.Ī version of this game is at play in Pamuk’s fiction, in which a shadow cast of near-twins, red herrings, frauds and doubles patiently smudges the line between identity and impersonation, and a character called Orhan Pamuk (or, once, Orphan Panic) makes a regular appearance. First came the shock of strangeness, then pride at how slavishly this army of lookalikes aped his every move. In his memoir, Istanbul, Orhan Pamuk recalls a game he would play as a solitary child: sitting at his mother’s dressing mirror, he would adjust its wings until they reflected each other and he could see ‘thousands of Orhans shimmering in the deep, cold, glass-coloured infinity’. ![]()
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