Review 2696: Murder in Constantinople

If you want a historical novel that reflects careful research and knowledge of the period, this isn’t it. If you want a novel with a believable plot, this isn’t it. If you want an old-fashioned adventure story, this might be closer.

In 1854 London, Ben Canaan is a Jewish tailor’s son on his way to becoming a nogoodnik. He was a scholar who wanted an academic career, but his father took him out of school to work in the family shop. On the day we meet him, he takes some clothes he is supposed to be delivering, and he and his friends wear them to an elite ball, where he pretends to be a Duke’s son. But he is discovered by the Duke’s son, and in the resulting struggle, a gun he is carrying goes off. He becomes a wanted man.

Before that, though, he helped his father measure Lord Palmerston for a suit. In his pocket, he found a photograph with a familiar face—his lover, who he believed dead, in front of Hagia Sofia in Constantinople with a cryptic message beneath. Since he has to leave town anyway, he persuades the criminal kingpin he does errands for to send him to Constantinople. He departs on a military ship on its way to the Crimean War, serving as a common sailor.

I had immediate problems with historical accuracy when he sashays up to a beautiful girl at the ball and introduces himself under his assumed name, then asks her to dance and she does. At this time, she wouldn’t have spoken or danced with him without an introduction. And where, exactly, is he supposed to have carried on his affair with his lover? He’s a very young man, basically just jerked out of college.

I have to tell myself just to judge the novel on its own terms, as an adventure. In that respect, it certainly shows some flights of fancy with its brash, very young man managing to work his way into the upper echelons of society and get involved in political intrigue.

I was very interested to find that in 19th century Turkey, almost everyone speaks English, including Kurdish street urchins and women who live in the Sultan’s harem. (You can see I’m being facetious here.)

The dialogue is supposed to be witty, but I found it cumbersome.

Judged purely as an adventure story, I still found it a bit meh.

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Day 334: Pawn in Frankincense

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In the fourth exciting book of the Lymond Chronicles, Francis Crawford of Lymond sets out to find his two-year-old child by Oonagh O’Dwyer, hidden somewhere in the vast Ottoman Empire. He disguises his personal mission with the official one of delivering an elaborately decorated piano from the King of France to the Sultan in Constantinople. Another goal is to find and kill the traitor Graham Mallet Reid, who has the child in his power. The problem of the child is complicated because Lymond doesn’t know which of two boys, one Reid’s by his sister Joleta, is his own. Another complication is that if any harm comes to Reid, the boys, under the protection of Sulieman, will both be murdered.

Accompanying him and his household are a couple of merchants, including the mysterious Marthe. Raised in the household of the Dame de Doubtance, Marthe, except for her sex, could be Lymond’s identical twin.

After some disastrous adventures, Lymond believes he has sent home the redoubtable fifteen-year-old Philippa Somerville, who foisted herself upon him thinking he would need her help to care for the child. However, she is actually on her way to join the seraglio to find one of the boys, Kuzum, while Lymond searches in the stews of the city for the other one, Khaireddin. Philippa’s role in this novel is a major one, with her character and her opinion of Lymond changing and maturing as their adventures continue.

Aside from the intrigues taking place in an empire that is Byzantine in its complexity (not to make a pun), Lymond is hampered in his activities because of sabotage by a member of his own household staff. He also suffers from his usual problem of failing to explain his actions to his adherents, such as Jerrott Blyth, so that they become angry and occasionally work against him.

In action that moves from Marseilles across Europe to North Africa and finally to Constantinople, Lymond’s concerns grow to involve the fate of nations.