LITERATURE SNOW By ORHAN PAMUK [Knoff, 448pp., 2004]

I CHOSE MY LONG hot summer reading carefully – I picked Snow, a novel by the Nobel Prize winning Turkish novelist Or han Pamuk. In Snow, a poet returns to his native Turkey after years of exile in Germany. In the 1970s, he’d been a leftist student who managed to escape and evade arrest. On his return, nearly two decades later, he finds that the new radicals are young Islamists who are burning with revolutionary passion just as he did. It’s a different kind of passion, though. The Marxist faith of die young poet was not that far removed from the secular rule instituted by the army in Turkey. Both Marxism and the Westernizing imposed by the military are connected to the European enlightenment. The new radicals are enthralled by God, by Islam and by tradition.
The poet does not condescend to the new radicals. On the contrary, he is attracted to their youth and their desire for purity and sacrifice. They remind him of his own. But the devil is in the details. A number of young women in the town of Kars have committed suicide because they weren’t, ostensibly, allowed to attend school wearing the traditional headscarf. The symbol that the young Islamists have deemed worth dying for turns out to be a cover for other ills: mistreatment at the hands of fathers and husbands, poverty, unemployment. The media and the police come in for close examination, too. The media makes the suicides a cause celebre, prompting other unhappy young women to consider suicide. Police repression and army rule in Turkey, intended for decades to stem the spread of radical Islam, come in for their share of blame.

But interestingly enough, the two constant elements that link everyone in the small town are sexual repression and television. The poet himself is at sentimental loose ends as he courts the ex-wife of an old friend. The young men from the religious school who confide in him are in love with various “scarf girls.” The friends of the girls who died are deeply conflicted by their sexual desires that, they believe, can be controlled only by wearing the headscarf. The young people are trying to resist what is an overwhelming wave of sexual images produced by the televisions they never stop watching, and by die cult of movie stars whose every gesture is familiar to them. One imagines that, left to their own devices, these young people would eventually find a balance between their beliefs and the modern world. But that is exactly what no one is willing to do: the State forbids the symbols of Islam, television mocks them, the Army invalidates their elected officials and shoots some of the students in cold blood. Circulating among the earnest young seekers are various shadowy terrorists representing a tangle of nationalist grouplets, some of them invented by the secret police.

In Pahamuk’s world, modern Turkey is a hopeless mess drifting inevitably toward an Islamic state brought about by a comedy of tragic errors. Misplaced pride and misunderstandings lead to needless violence. The poet tries to stay out of the mess in die name of an abstract ideal he calls “poetry,” but he is a modern, Western-educated poet who is far from understanding the sentiment-and-clichéfilled poetry of tradition. In the end, die battlefield of poetry is as relevant to understanding young Islamist radicals as religion or the economy. The young are driven by sentiment while cynical and power-hungry interests use them for cannon fodder.

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