Gazi rüya görür: Şeyh Edebali'nin koynundan bir ay doğar ve ardından kendi koynuna girer bu ay, Göbeğinden ise bir ağaç çıkar, bu ağaç büyür, büyür ve dünyayı kaplar, Osmanlı'nın habercisi misalidir rüya,
Rivayet odur ki. .
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Yıllar sonra rüyaların renklerine dalınır, Çökmekte, çürümekte olan şeyleri görmemek için uykuya sığınılmış, derman için uykudan medet umulur hale gelinmiş gibidir, Tabir Sarayı kurulur, görülen rüyalar seçilir, açıklığa kavuşturulur, Köprülü ailesinden MarkAlem, kendini bu bakanlıkta bulur, Gerçek hayattan rüyalara geçer, Oradan çıkmak ister ama gittikçe daha da kaybolur bu bakanlığın koridorlarında, Rüya içinde rüya,
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Arnavut yazar İsmail Kadare, Osmanlı'nın gerileme dönemini, Köprülü Qyprilli ailesinin çevresinde, simgesel bir sarayla anlatıyor, Bunu yaparken çanların sesi de yavaştan duyulmaya başlanıyor, MarkAlem karakteri doğunun ve batının ortasında kalıyor,
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Oldukça akıcı bir eser Rüyalar Sarayı, Okuru kendine çekmeyi, anlattıklarını düşündürmeyi ve meraklandırmayı başarıyor, Çok severek okuduğumu söylemeliyim,
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Finesa Xhibo çevirisi, David Drummond kapak tasarımıyla Kadare's metaphor for a monolithic police state and its workings, Set in the lateth century Ottoman EmpireI figured this out from several subtle hints in the novelalong with elements from the lateth century, this novel tells of a young man, Mark Alem, who is employed by the Palace of Dreams, the author's surreal intelligence agency, where dreams from all over the empire are collected, sorted, interpreted, with an eye to discovering which might be a "MasterDream" pointing to a possible coup or other upheaval in the State.
When one is discovered, the sultan's secret police can nip a possible plot in the bud and do away with any perpetrators, Mark Alem starts out in the Selection Department and passes along a file containing what he feels might be a possibly incriminating dream: a wasteland filled with garbage, a musical instrument, a rampaging bull, and a bridge.
When he is promoted to the Interpretation Section, he is faced with the very same dream, We don't know his final interpretation, but agents from the Master Dream Section become very busy,
A chilling and nightmarish novel, reminiscent of Kafkathe claustrophobic, labyrinthine corridors of the Palace are evoked frighteningly, MarkAlem must find his way from one department to another alone, hoping for help, On his day off, he notices how pale and insipid the real world has become as compared with the inner lives of people in the Palace.
Atmospheric.
Very highly recommended, I'd advise reading the author's ThreeArched Bridge first if possible to get some backstory, Surrealista y visual.
Mi primer libro de Kadaré, un libro corto para la lectura lenta, Lo tenía hace un tiempo en mi ereader y ya no recordaba porqué lo tenía entre mis pendientes, Una noche, con ánimo de recibir sorpresas me decanté por esta novela, que con ese título era difícil no fijarse en ella.
El planteamiento es atrevido, El escritor nos sitúa en Albania, la cual a su vez pertenece a un imperio denacionalidades siendo como un “boceto” del imperio otomano, hay gente de todas las razas, credos y posición económica.
El protagonista es MarkAlem, un muchacho deaños perteneciente a la influyente y acaudalada familia Qyprille, MarkAlem, apadrinado por su poderoso tio ElVisir, entra a trabajar en uno de los más importantes, sino el más, órganos de control y seguridad, el Tabir Sarai en donde, gracias a las oficinas de recepción, archivo, selección e interpretación, son recaudados y monitoreados los sueños de los ciudadanos, con el objeto de mantener la seguridad del estado.
La realidad en la que Kadaré ha puesto sus escenas me ha producido una sensación de despersonalización, Kadaré crea una realidad con elementos irreales que desfilan como fantasmas de otros tiempos del pasado y del futuro, dejando vaguedad en el tiempo presente.
Esto por la presentación de imperios, de carruajes o sultanes, contrastados por la manifestación de otras naciones, de la vestimenta y del aparato, que imaginamos, es el estado.
Y ese estado de extrañeza, el autor me lo sigue alimentando con la atmosfera y el protagonista, y el carácter onírico de la novela.
Hay un narrador, que nos guía a través de la perspectiva de MarkAlem sin embargo, MarkAlem,
no es un personaje con el que el lector intime, compagine o se identifique, es un personaje plano, lo cual aleja o produce indiferencia, lejanía.
El entorno del protagonista es el que maneja el transcurrir del tiempo en la novela y el clima de la misma, Es un tiempo lento, el entorno es gélido, es un espacio pintado con la paleta de colores de Salvador Dalí instantáneamente se me vino a la cabeza “Sueño causado por el vuelo de una abeja alrededor de una granada un segundo antes de despertar”.
La realidad del palacio de los sueños se mece entre la levedad y la inercia, al menos así la sentí yo,
Más allá del título y del tema del libro, el onirismo es omnipresente es imposible no caer en fascinación con algunos sueños que se le cuentan al lector:
”Un gato negro con la luna entre los dientes corría perseguido por la multitud, dejando en su huida el rastro sangriento del cuerpo celeste desgarrado”
Hasta aquí, es evidente el señalamiento a los gobiernos totalitaristas.
Un estado policial omnipotente y omnipresente, que busca escudriñar hasta en el más apartado e íntimo rincón del subconsciente del individuo.
Como está planteada la novela, la primera relación que establecemos con los “soñadores” es como si el estado estuviera buscando un oráculo de Delfos, o al menos eso esa es la excusa.
Sin embargo, la transgresión de los sueños para mí va más dirigido a reprimirlos, porque la posibilidad de realizar los sueños hace libre a los individuos, y lo que quiere el estado son esclavos.
”No existe pasión o pensamiento maléfico, adversidad o catástrofe, rebelión o crimen, que no proyecte su sombra en los sueños antes de materializarse en el mundo”
El Palacio de los Sueños, fue publicada eny vetada en este mismo año en Albania, cuando aún era gobernada por el comunismo.
Viniendo Ismail Kadaré de una familia con militantes comunistas, se ha señalado a Kadaré como un comunista desencantado, Hay muchas cosas que se me escapan, es evidente en el libro más alusiones a Albania, y que no alcanzo a abordar por desconocimiento de la historia y la actualidad de este país.
El Palacio de los Sueños para mi representó un ejercicio literario, Es mi primer vistazo a Ismail Kadaré y ahora entiendo porqué suele estar en la baza de los premios Nobel, este libro ya es un clásico!
Me gusta eso que dice Carlos Ruiz Zafón:
“Conserva tus sueños, nunca sabes cuándo te harán falta.
” Yazarın yaratıcılığı etkileyici, . La premisa de este libro es por demás interesante: El Palacio de los sueños es el lugar al que todos los ciudadanos del imperio están obligados a enviar lo que han soñado por la noche, para ser analizado e interpretado.
Si el sueño resulta una amenaza para el Estado, se hace llegar al sultán para que pueda tomar cartas en el asunto.
Pero esta historia no tiene que ver solo con sueños, sino con el poder, las instituciones, el autoritarismo y el miedo, Kadaré logra en muy pocas páginas crear un relato asfixiante, con el único pero de que termina muy pronto,
Este autor fue un descubrimiento y me han dado ganas de leer más libros de él, ”MarkAlem pressed on, his mouth dry despite his attempts to reassure himself, After all, what did it really matter if he did get lost He wasnt on some vast plain or in a forest, He was merely inside the Palace, But still the thought of getting lost terrified him, How would he get through the night amid all these walls, these rooms, these cellars full of dreams and wild imaginings Hed rather be on a frozen plain or in a forest infested with wolves.
Yes, a thousand times rather!
He hurried on faster, How long had he been walking now Suddenly he thought he hear a noise in the distance, Perhaps its only an illusion, he told himself, Then, after a little while, the sound of voices burst out again, more clearly this time, though he still couldnt tell what direction it came from.
He went down another two or three steps and found himself in another corridor, which he deduced must be on the ground floor.
The sound of voices faded for a few moments, then returned, nearer, . . MarkAlem was practically running by now, his eyes fixed on the end of the corridor, where a faint square of light came in from outside.
Please, God. let it be the back door!"
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An empty, seemingly endless hallway can give a person a sense of disassociation.
There are no signs directing people in the proper directions at the Palace of Dreams, MarkAlem finds himself lost not only in the corridors of the Palace, but also in the hour upon hour day to day work of selecting and interpreting dreams.
He is descended from a prominent family called the Quprilis, They have contributed generations of powerful men to the Balkan Empire,
”For nearly four hundred years the Quprilis had seemed fated equally to glory and to misfortune, If its chronicles included great dignitaries, secretaries of state, governors, and prime ministers, they also told how just as many members of the family had been imprisoned or decapitated or had simply vanished.
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There are very few powerful families in the history of humanity that have not found themselves on the losing side of a power struggle at one point or at several points in history.
After a few messy decapitations or quarterings these families eventually rise from the ashes sometimes those ashes are relatives and find that eventually the state has need of their services again.
Now MarkAlems mother is a Quprilis which means it is not evident immediately to the people he meets that he is related to that family.
He is timid enough that he does not offer that information readily, Of course when he is summoned to the Palace of Dreams to be offered a position they are very aware of who he is.
He is assured he is the right sort of man,
Instead of starting at the bottom he starts in the middle of the hierarchy,
He moves up so quickly he barely has time to settle into one job before he is sent on to the next one.
Given the nature of the job which is to select dreams and interpret those dreams with the most important ones being sent to the Sultan to help him make decisions about the course of action he will take in running the empire you would think there would be a long and arduous training regime.
There is not, at least not for MarkAlem, but as the plot advances we start to get inklings that he is a pawn in a much bigger, much more dangerous game.
He is absolutely oblivious,
He is paranoid and nervous, but doesnt know exactly what he should be paranoid and nervous about,
He is too worried about his workload and whether his interpretations of these dreams are correct, He wears out erasures writing what he thinks and then becoming paralyzed with doubt as to how his superiors would interpret his thoughts, Like any good bureaucrat he finds it is much safer to stifle any creativity and pass along the most bland, safest interpretations of the dreams he finds in his folder.
Not that they need a reason to separate your head from your body, but certainly try not to hand it to them on a silver platter.
The empire is ruled by dreams, Every dream, no matter how mundane, is required to be written down by every citizen in the realm, I think it only seems reasonable that if I were to have a steamy dream say about my neighbors wife that I would make a few changes like say make it two horses in a pasture or really spice it up and have a pig with a goat.
My luck somehow that would mean I was secretly plotting the downfall of the empire, These dreams are collected and hauled to the Palace of Dreams where they start the cycle of elimination of those dreams that are deemed worthless or fabricated mineand those that are thought to be important are pushed up the chain for further interpretation.
As MarkAlem wanders around his work, usually trying to find a door and usually on the wrong floor to find it, he discovers that sometimes the dreamers are brought in for further questioning about a dream they submitted.
The questioning must be rigorous because sometimes those dreamers leave in a black coffin, You're not paranoid if actually there are reasons to be paranoid,
There is no sex in this book, barely a hint of desire, There is one moment where he passes a house where he knows two pretty sisters live and MarkAlem might have felt a twitch or tingle, but other than that it seems as if the terror of his daily life is all consuming.
There is talk at the end of the book of an arranged married, but MarkAlem is about as interested in the details as he is in catalogued Elephant stool samples.
Ismail Kadare was in Albanian politics during the communist rule in thes, He wrote a satirical poem inthat came to the attention of the government and he was punished by not being able to publish for three years.
Inhe publishes a book called The Great Winter that is flattering to Enver Hoxha, the Communist leader of Albania, Kadare later said that the book was the price of his freedom, Inwhen the Palace of Dreams is published the book is immediately banned, Not a big surprise, dictatorships tend to not appreciate books that are Orwellian or Kafkaesque in nature, It seems to me that Kadare was fairly politically astute, He managed to be critical without getting himself killed, It also helps to be Albanias most celebrated writer, Inhe applied for asylum in France,
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Ismail Kadare: dissident against a dictatorship or did he collude to survive Both I do believe and brilliantly in my opinion.
This book is the English translation of the French translation of the Albanian version, Yeah, I know, scary isnt it I dont read Albanian and I unfortunately do not read French so I have no clue how much this story has been sifted and strained and blended and fluffed.
I will say after I got over my initial shock at what the publishers had done to me, I mean seriously the publisher couldnt find an Albanian intellectual that has a solid command of EnglishI found myself as nervous, paranoid, and as frustrated as MarkAlem in trying to figure out what really was going on.
This book is certainly a blatant condemnation of the Albanian government trying to control everything, granted they couldnt figure out how to control their subjects dreams, but if they could have they would.
This is must read for those fans of Franz Kafka and George Orwell,
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