More Gaping Holes in My Literacy Profile to Fill

I first discovered Orhan Pamuk when I read My Name Is Red a few years ago, and I've always wanted to get around to reading more. I'll have new impetus in a while, when Knopf releases his latest, Snow. (Actually, the galley's sitting in a pile next to my desk, so I really don't have much excuse, do I?)

In Turkey, the launch of a new Pamuk novel has more in common with the release of a Hollywood film than the publication of a book. There is media saturation and considerable cachet in being seen with his latest work.

And though I haven't picked them up yet, I've also been captivated for some time by the thought of reading F. V. Morton's travelogues. This review just makes my curiosity a bit more ardent, even though it sounds like the biographer could no longer stand the books after finding out about the man.