Finally finished Snow by Orhan Pamuk last night, as I was reading it in parallel to Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson, at GC's recommendation. As I wrote in an above post, if you've read My name is Red, you should definitely pick Snow up as well, in spite of the chronological gap.


So, to comment on Quicksilver, leaving aside that its prolonged excursions into the debates of the day have exactly the type of detail you feel too many other novels only glance into, I find the vividness of the world depicted amazingly well done. You won't regret giving it a chance.