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  • Ward Off The “Evil Eye” With A “Nazar Boncuk” In Istanbul

    Ward Off The “Evil Eye” With A “Nazar Boncuk” In Istanbul

    The belief in the powers of the nazar boncuk, or “evil eye bead,” is found throughout the Mediterranean and Aegean, spreading from Turkey to as far east as the Turkic Republics.

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    An Istanbul guide is the first step in understanding how the cult of the blue beads spread even past Britain—to Ireland to be precise.

    Irish farmers are known to hang a blue ball called a Droch-shuil above their barn doors to protect their animals from the envious glances of their neighbors.

    The Turkish nazar boncuk is known by many names around the world: the Romans called it the malus, the Greeks Baskania, the Italians Mallochio, the Spanish Mal Ojo and it is Ayin Hara in Hebrew. In fact, it can be found as far away as Mexico, where it is called the “Ojo de Vanado”.

    The Turkish word “nazar” actually derives from the Arabic for “eye” or “look”.

    That seems innocuous enough, but this kind of “eye” or “look” is rather dangerous. Millions of people around the world believe that the evil eye can cast a kind of spell on the object of its gaze: a healthy person can fall ill or a much-admired crystal vase can fall and break into a thousand pieces or your brand new car break down at the first red light.

    Well, in that case, you would only have yourself to blame—if you had hung a “mavi boncuk” (blue bead) from your exhaust pipe or rear view mirror, this would never have happened!

    No one knows if such talismans really work, or how they work if they do. But people continue to believe. Scientists are fascinated by the psychological power of the nazar boncuk, and it has recently become a popular field of research.

    But where and how are these mighty blue beads produced? Bear in mind that the premise for the belief is that evil intentions are somehow conveyed by the eyes. In that case, it seems only natural to believe that such looks can be repelled by the gaze of another eye.

    This “other eye” is the nazar boncuk, often wrongly known in English as an “evil eye” since it is actually a “benevolent eye” warding off evil.

    In the past, these talismans were originally made of clay globes painted with natural dyes. Later, they were made from ceramic. The production of glass nazar boncuks spread from Mesopotamia to Syria, before crossing the border into Anatolia.

    The first Anatolian glass nazar boncuks were made around the cities of Bodrum and Izmir in the Mediterranean and Aegean, respectively. Sadly, interest in the art has waned and cheaper materials, like plastic, are usually used instead of glass. Today, only a few workshops in the village of Cumaovası, Görece near Izmir and a few in Bodrum still function in the traditional way.

    These workshops fire the glass beads in very primitive surroundings, in underground kilns made of bricks and mud. The glassmakers remove the melted glass from the oven using an iron rod and then shape it on an anvil using other tools. Then, drops of molten glass in other colors (white and black over the blue) are placed on top of the main piece and stuck onto it. The whole piece is then rolled and then pressed flat with an iron. Finally, it is placed in a section of the kiln and allowed to cool.

    Perhaps it is this very process that gives these glass talismans their powers: the incredible heat that melts the glass and the tremendous effort that goes into shaping them.

    Or perhaps it lies deeper, in the mysteries of nature that mankind is still unable to solve after thousands of years.

    via Ward Off The “Evil Eye” With A “Nazar Boncuk” In Istanbul – Business Insider.

  • Death in Istanbul | Deccan Chronicle

    Death in Istanbul | Deccan Chronicle

    Turkish Forum Liquidation Sale

    An Evil Eye
    By Jason Goodwin
    Penguin India
    pp.292, Rs 499

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    There have been Chinese detectives, women detectives, friar detectives and Indian detectives. When I read the first of the Yashim series, The Janissary Tree, I discovered that Jason Goodwin added another kind to the list — a eunuch detective and made a bold statement in the detective genre by breaking a new ground. Detective novels have been set in Istanbul before too but I don’t think any of their heroes have been quite like Yashim Togalu, a eunuch, both brilliant and near-invisible in the fast-changing world of the Ottoman Empire in 1836. A person who can shift from the inner quarters of the harem to the outer world because he has been given immunity status by the Sultan.

    The novel begins with a mysterious fire, the death of the Sultan and the emptying out of the harem quarters, as the new Sultan’s women move in and shove the others out, barring the Sultan’s sister. And in the middle of all this chaos comes the news that a body has been discovered in the well of an orthodox monastery. Yashim is sent to investigate. However, the murder is complicated by the fact that there is someone who has the evil eye in the harem and is leaving ill-wishing tokens around like rat’s tails in a pot of skin ointment. And there is the disappearance of Fevzi Pasha, the ‘kapudan’ or admiral of the Turkish navy and Yashim and Fevzi Pasha have an edgy past history and Fezvi Pasha is Yashim’s evil genius.

    Yashim is sensitive, his eunuch status gives him an edge there and he is a good cook, dishing up exotic combinations of stuffed mackerel and other mezze to share with his other Russian expatriate friend. The Polish Ambassador, Palewski seems to be Yashim’s version of Watson but isn’t as dominant in this book, which is just as well because Goodwin has Palewski tied down to Balzac and cognac and occasionally to provide the political snippet, but I don’t think Palewski is as active as Watson.

    Goodwin’s knowledge of Turkey and Istanbul is flawless — he wrote Lords of the Horizons which was a well-received history of the Ottomans. And the book is full of historic detail, apart from those vivid descriptions that make me want to grab a plane for Istanbul immediately. There are characters like the valide, the mother and grandmother of the sultans, a Creole, kidnapped on her way to Paris, the real life Aimée de Bucq de Rivery whose beauty captured the heart of a Turkish potentate and who made history by ruling his empire. She lends Yashim French novels. And there is Giuseppe Donizetti, brother of the more famous Gaetano, who did teach the harem orchestra.

    In addition to the colourful cityscapes, Goodwin provides a cast of characters to match. From the Ambassador of Poland, whose country no longer exists, to the transvestite dancer, Preem who is Yashim’s refuge from prying eyes, to the greengrocer who specialises in giving his customers exactly the things that they didn’t know they wanted, each one of them lives and breathes.

    This is a book where those atmospheric places in Istanbul meets the romance of the harem meets murder most foul. I must say it’s a deadly combination!

    Anjana Basu is the author of Rhythms of Darkness

    via Death in Istanbul | Deccan Chronicle.

  • Death (and food!) in Vienna and Istanbul

    Death (and food!) in Vienna and Istanbul

    An Evil Eye

    Jason Goodwin

    Farrar, Straus, Giroux

    books donoghue evil eyeEdgar-winner Goodwin’s Istanbul investigator, the sultan’s eunuch Yashim, navigates the backrooms and intrigues of the sultan’s harem as adroitly as he does the docks and alleyways of 1839 Istanbul in a case that threatens the peace of the Ottoman Empire.

    The book opens in uproar in the aftermath of the old sultan’s death. As the old sultan’s harem slowly removes itself to the Palace of Tears, the traditional home of widowed harems, the new harem pushes its way in, jeering at the outgoing women.

    Meanwhile, Yashim is called to investigate a body found in the local Christian monastery’s cistern. Yashim takes his good friend Stanislaw Palewski, ambassador from Poland, a country no longer recognized in Europe (which has swallowed it up), and finds the monastery threatened by angry locals who believe the monks are defiling a Muslim body.

    But Palewski recognizes a brand marking the dead man as a member of a secret Russian military cadre, which is particularly alarming as the Russians are pressing the Empire more and more closely. And then Yashim’s nemesis and mentor the ruthless Fevzi Ahmet defects to another potential threat, the Egyptians, with the Ottoman fleet. Not much of a fleet, to be sure, but still.

    Goodwin, a historian of the Ottoman Empire (Lords of the Horizons), fills us in on the complex and confusing pressures the Empire faces from Russia, Egypt and Europe — not enough to really understand it, but enough to steep the reader in the intrigue, corruption and political footwork that drive the plot.

    Back in the harem, a place where the women’s skills include orchestral music and poetry, but the height of ambition is to achieve the sultan’s bed and bear a son, the squabbling turns deadly. The most powerful, the old sultan’s mother and sister, rule their separate domains with imperious guile honed over years of experience. Would they kill? Probably only if they really had to.

    Goodwin’s Istanbul is a diverse and fascinating place, teeming with Greek fishermen, cooking fish and sharing ouzo on the waterfront, kebab peddlers and grilled mackerel sellers perfuming the bustling streets, elegant European shops along the thoroughfares and herbalists and charm sellers tucked away in warrens of tiny streets.

    The plot is complex and builds to a satisfyingly tense and dangerous conclusion, but the real pull of these novels is character and atmosphere. And food. Yashim is a man defined by his time and place and circumstances, who has carved out a precarious niche, which gives him the independence he requires, while allowing him to maintain his loyalties to the sultan.

    He’s also a fine cook, who usually has to dash off somewhere before sitting down to enjoy the fruits of his mouth-watering labors. Goodwin has produced a free e-book with Yashim’s recipes, but it’s apparently available only to Kindle or iTunes users.

    Fans and newcomers alike will enjoy Yashim’s fourth outing and this lively sojourn in the exotic world of the Ottoman Turks.

    Lynn Harnett, of Kittery, Maine, writes book reviews for Seacoast Sunday. She can be reached at [email protected].

    via Death (and food!) in Vienna and Istanbul | SeacoastOnline.com.

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  • Book review: ‘Evil Eye’ a thrilling vision of an Ottoman hero

    Book review: ‘Evil Eye’ a thrilling vision of an Ottoman hero

    By Steve Donoghue, Sunday, April 10, 7:24 PM

    Raymond Chandler, who knew a thing or two about the fictional detective, famously wrote that he must be “the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world.” Consciously or not, Jason Goodwin has thoroughly absorbed that precept; his own fictional detective, Yashim, might have considered Philip Marlowe a bit uncouth (all that smoking and drinking surely show a lack of self-control), but they are cut from the same cloth when it comes to righting the wrongs of the world.

    ( Steve Donoghue / ) - “An Evil Eye: A Novel” by Jason Goodwin.
    ( Steve Donoghue / ) – “An Evil Eye: A Novel” by Jason Goodwin.

    In “An Evil Eye,” Goodwin’s fourth novel, Yashim’s world is the decaying Ottoman Empire of the early 19th century. The year is 1839, and a new sultan, Abdulmecid, has replaced the old one in Istanbul. In the novel’s most atmospheric, least realized subplot, this change in monarchs occasions a corresponding change in the monarch’s harem. In an echo of Goodwin’s first book, “The Janissary Tree” (2006), the sultan’s harem also contains a mystery that will eventually involve our detective. But in “An Evil Eye,” the more immediate puzzle is posed by a dead body found on the island of Chalki in the well of the monastery. The dead man in the well is marked with a totenkopf — or skull symbol — and when Yashim is dispatched to investigate, it doesn’t take him long to surmise that the dead man might have been Russian.

    Goodwin is an author of many strengths — the books in this series can be read independently of each other, and they just keep getting better — and the discovery of a Russian corpse in a Christian well in the heart of a Muslim land allows him to play to the best of those strengths: his remarkable ability to clarify the muddle of that decaying empire. “The Ottomans were not a nation [but] a caste, almost a family,” we learn. “Just as the sultan, as head of the family, maintained his pashas and his odalisques, so the Ottomans maintained their retinues in turn.” Yashim’s effort to restore some semblance of harmony to that family is made all the more complicated by the implication of Fevzi Ahmet Pasha, his old mentor in the service of the former sultan.

    The complicated plot that unfolds is deftly controlled throughout, with dangers, chases, intrigues and frequent trips back to the harem. Goodwin’s prose is sharp and surprising (about that dead Russian we’re told, “His skin had wrinkled in the long immersion under water, soft and ridged like the white brains of sheep laid out for sale in the butcher’s market”), and the best part of the entertainment is none other than Yashim, a redoubtable, philosophical hero who finds himself in a dirty, battered world yet still holds out hope: “I think there is always a little gap somewhere, however hard you try to fit everything together. A small space, for something like grace, or mercy.”

    There is precious little mercy in the cutthroat world Goodwin portrays here. Yashim is caught between the merciless cunning of his old teacher and the innocence of that teacher’s little daughter, between the politics of the sultanate and the equally twisted politics of the harem. The standout joy of these books is readers’ confidence that we’ve got the right hero, that the calm Yashim will prevail. “In the end,” he tells an exasperated colleague, “it isn’t about people, or sultans, or corruption. It’s about the truth.”

    If there were only more such men, Chandler tells us, “the world would be a very safe place to live in.” And maybe the poor old Ottoman Empire would have lasted a bit longer if it had had more Yashims to call upon. As it is, we must hope the original has many, many more adventures.

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    Donoghue is managing editor of the online magazine Open Letters Monthly.

    via Book review: ‘Evil Eye’ a thrilling vision of an Ottoman hero – The Washington Post.

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