On a novel by this year’s winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature:
“In Snow, translated by Maureen Freely, the line between playful farce and gruesome tragedy is very fine. For instance, the town’s newspaper publisher, Serdar Bey, prints an article describing Ka’s public performance of his poem ‘Snow.’ When Ka protests that he hasn’t written a poem called ‘Snow’ and is not going to perform it in the theater, Serdar Bey replies: ‘Don’t be so sure. There are those who despise us for writing the news before it happens…. Quite a few things do happen only because we’ve written them up first. This is what modern journalism is all about.’ And sure enough….”
— Margaret Atwood in the New York Times Book Review of Aug. 15, 2004