My Name is Red

Even when depicting a subject of the utmost importance, he couldn’t keep from situating a skeptical dog somewhere at some distance from the event, or drawing a disgraceful beggar whose misery demeaned the wealth and extravagance of a ceremony. He had enough self-confidence to mock whatever illustration he made, its subject and himself.

Elegant Effendi’s murder resembles the way Joseph’s brothers tossed him into a well out of jealousy

said Black.

And my Enishte’s death resembles the unforeseen murder of Husrev at the hands of his son who had his heart set on Husrev’s wife, Shirin. Everyone says that Stork loved to paint scenes of war and gruesome depictions of death.

Orhan Pamuk, 2001