Istanbul: Memories and the City - Orhan Pamuk

Finished this book a couple of weeks ago while on my Turkey/Ottoman Empire kick, and enjoyed it.  Pamuk's account of growing up in Istanbul during the 1950's looked (and sounded) enormously like numerous accounts of growing up in Brooklyn during the same period.  (The pain of living in a city that had lost its empire was probably roughly the equivalent of what Brooklyn must have been like after the Dodgers left).  This seemed to me to be Pamuk's contribution to an essentially Turkish genre, where writers agonize over the melancholy (or huzun, in Turkish) of the post-Ottoman city.  Overall very depressing to American sensibilities, but a well-told tale, and I enjoyed it.  I virtually never stopped to realize that this was translated from the original - like Perez-Reverte, Pamuk has great translators.