I’ve been reading Orhan Pamuk’s fascinating book Istanbul: Memories and the City.
It’s an interesting mix of city history and personal memoir, and here’s a passage I had to share:
“My grandmother always kept with her a slim leather-bound notebook in which she wrote something every day. This notebook, in which she recorded bills, memories, meals, expenses, plans, and meteorological developments, had the strange and special air of a protocol book.
… My grandmother would sometimes read me what she’d written in her notebook…”
I’m only about a third of the way through the book and I’m already hoping that grandmother’s notebook will make another appearance!
And apropos of Istanbul, I’ll also just tease you a bit and mention that I have been reading this book because I recently went to Istanbul, where I bought 5 notebooks and snapped some photos of others. I’ll be posting about it soon!