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WHAT IF YOUR PARENTS HAD MURDERED YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER?

Some time past your thirtieth birthday you discover that your godfather arrested and possibly tortured and murdered your mother.

You also find out that your parents are not your parents at all, that they have hidden your real identity from you.

How do you feel?

photo: Roblespepe

It was the nightmare facing Cesar Castillo, the son of humble parents in Buenos Aires. He had long harbored suspicions - he just didn’t look much like his mother and father - and finally he went to the Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo and had a DNA test. It confirmed his worst fears. Continue reading

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF THIS HAPPENED TO YOU?

What would you do if you discovered the daughter you had raised for 12 years as your own actually ‘belonged’ to someone else?

photograph: Zivya

Irina Belyaeva and Anya Iskanderova were born just 15 minutes apart at a maternity hospital in Kopeisk in the Urals in Russia in 1999; somehow a maternity nurse mixed up their name tags and the infants went home with the wrong families.

The mistake only came to light when Irina’s mother, Yuliya, separated from her husband; he refused to pay child support, claiming their child looked nothing like him. DNA’s tests proved that he was right; Irina wasn’t his daughter. But she wasn’t Yuliya’s either. Continue reading

5 GOOD REASONS TO USE A PSEUDONYM AND TWO REALLY BAD ONES

Why do writers use pseudonyms? Are they using a pen name to hide something?

Many writers don’t write under their own names. I had more pseudonymns than I can count when I was freelancing as a journalist, and as an author I’ve had four. Here’s some reasons why you might consider one:

1. BECAUSE YOU’RE BANGED UP IN PRISON

When William Sydney Porter was released from prison in 1901, his criminal past - he had been jailed for bank fraud - was an impediment to a career in literature (unlike today when it’s a fantastic advantage.) So he became O. Henry, a name taken, ironically, from one of his prison guards in Ohio Pen - Orrin Henry. Porter became one of the most popular short-story writers in America in the early part of the last century and sold millions. He carried the secret of his imprisonment to his grave. Continue reading

WAS THIS HISTORY’S WICKEDEST WOMAN?

the wickedest woman in history?

When people think of bad, bad women they perhaps think of Isabella the First - the woman who commissioned Torquemada - or Bloody Queen Mary, the scourge of Protestant England.

Few people have heard of Hürrem Haseki Sultan, or Roxelana, as she is better known in Europe.

Yet she made Anne Boleyn, one of her contemporaries, look like an underachiever.

Anne, after all, fell out of favour with her king and ended up with her head on the block.

Roxelana married the Sultan of the Ottomans, had him throw out his entire harem, and kept him in her thrall the rest of her life. Continue reading

ARMAGEDDON: GET IT FRESH RIGHT HERE

photograph: Soman

Bethlehem, Israel

The letters “PLO”, are sprayed in Arabic script on the rusted shutters of a shop, using aerosol paint. Underneath, scrawled in English for the benefit of the tourists: “FUCK ISRAEL”.

In September of 1992, when I wrote FURY, the intefadeh had fallen into a lull; Rabin was talking to Assad, and the newspapers, at least, were speculating that peace might break out. This was a remarkable horizon in a land that has been almost constantly at war with its neighbors since the state was proclaimed.

Fast forward twenty years. For five days now Hamas have been firing rockets into Israel and Israeli jets have been pounding Gaza. They’re still saying Fuck Israel; and Israel is still saying Fuck You right back. Continue reading

JERUSALEM: THE SAVAGE CITY

photograph: MATHKNIGHT AND ZACHI-EVENOR

Jerusalem seems to have been on the news my whole life.

Like many people I grew up believing that the Arabs and Jews had been fighting each other forever.

This is not true. In fact, the Middle East conflict is less than a century old.

Jerusalem’s name is supposed to mean ‘peace’ but it doesn’t. Even if it did, it would not be a very suitable name. Jerusalem has been totally destroyed three times, besieged 23 times, attacked 52 times, and captured and recaptured 44 times. Continue reading

ETERNAL LIFE AND MAN-EATING ANTS - WITH STRINGY NOODLES

While researching my latest novel, SILK ROAD, I was struck by the irony of how people in medieval Europe thought of anyone who was not Christian as a ‘barbarian’. It is perhaps just human nature; most cultures, western and Oriental, think of foreigners who do not share their values and civilization as ‘primitives.’

When my Dominican monk, William, and his Templar bodyguard, Josseran Sarrazini, set out from the Kingdom of Jerusalem on their great journey eastwards they thought they were going to a land of savages.

William voices his fears: “Some say that in the land of Cathay there are creatures with heads like dogs who bark and speak at the same time. Others say there are ants as big as cattle. They burrow in the earth for gold and tear anyone who comes across them to pieces with their pincers.’

He could not have been further from the truth. The civilizations of the East were remarkably well developed. It was the west that was still living in its Dark Age. The Tatar Mongols and the Cathay Chin thought they were the barbarians. Continue reading

THE MOST HATED WOMAN IN MEXICO

Hernan Cortes was probably one of the greatest of the conquistadores – which is a back handed compliment in a way, like being the best of the Nazis or being named Terrorist of the Year. He was a man of ruthless genius, a Christian crusader possessed of unparalleled greed, even for those times – but his achievements were breath-taking.
He won a land of almost limitless resource for Spain with an army of less than five hundred Spaniards, not all of them soldiers and not all of them loyal, while ostensibly on a simple scouting mission from Cuba. Continue reading

THE YEAR WITH THREE NOVEMBERS

Today, February 29, is a date that occurs only every four years, and is called a leap day. This day is added to the calendar in leap years as a corrective measure, because the earth does not orbit around the sun in precisely 365 days.
It orbits at the speed of 365 and a quarter days a year.
Well, slightly less.
But increasing every year.
To accommodate this slight difference, years that are evenly divisible by 100 are not leap years, unless they are also evenly divisible by 400, in which case they are leap years. For example, 1600 and 2000 were leap years, but 1700, 1800 and 1900 were not. Similarly 2100 will not be a leap year.
Did you follow all that?
I didn’t.
Anyway, the Gregorian calendar we now use is a modification of the Julian calendar first used by the Romans. It originated as a lunisolar calendar and named many of its days after configurations of the moon, such as the new moon (Kalendae or Kalends, hence our word ‘calendar.’)
The Julian calendar, was developed in 46 BC by Julius Caesar, and became effective in 45 BC, distributing an extra ten days among the months of the Roman Republican year. The reform was intended to create a calendar that remained aligned to the sun without any human intervention. 
Before Caesar’s reform the Roman calendar consisted of just 355 days. A 27-day intercalary month, the Mensis Intercalaris, was sometimes inserted between February and March, adding an extra twenty two or twenty three days to the year.
As far as we can determine from the historical evidence, these extra months were added every second or third year. If managed correctly this system allowed the Roman year, on average, to stay roughly aligned to the seasons. 
However … the extra month had to be approved by a Roman magistrate, a Pontifix, and because terms of office corresponded with a calendar year, this power was prone to abuse. A Pontifex could lengthen a year in which he or one of his allies was in power, or refuse to lengthen one in which his opponents held sway, (thank God Italy’s not run that way anymore!)
So by the time of Caesar’s reform the system had failed completely and the average Roman was often unsure of the date. The last years of the pre-Julian calendar were later known as “The Years of Confusion”.
But before Caesar could align the year with the seasons he had to insert two extra months called Intercalaris Prior and Intercalaris Posterior, according to Cicero.
‘It was just idle banter at first: Caesar’s new calendar. The Roman one was based on the moon, so the current year was only three hundred and fifty five days long. Despite constant fiddling with it, it now bore no consistent relation to the seasons; the previous November they had sweltered in a heat wave, this year’s harvest festival was celebrated long before the grapes and corn were ripe.
Caesar had consulted with one of Cleopatra’s famed astronomers from the Gymnasion in Alexandria, one Sosigenes. On his advice, he had instituted a new calendar based on the sun, to last three hundred and sixty five days. To co-ordinate with the new calendar Caesar had declared that this year there would be three Novembers.
Done with astronomy, Cicero moved seamlessly to gossip.
“Did you hear about Marcellus?” he said. “He was seen coming out of a brothel near the Circus Maximus last week. His wife was furious with him but he countered her by saying he could do as he liked as the first two Novembers of the year didn’t count.”
 
So there it is; that’s why we have leap years and leap days. Remember to mark it in your diary now; 2100 is not a leap year. Don’t go making any appointments for February 29, 2100.
And husbands, everywhere, mark this down as well, in red Texta; anything you do, anytime, anywhere, no matter what day it is. It counts.

LIFE IN AN OTTOMAN HAREM

You are young and you are beautiful. You have been captured by the Turks after your Balkan city succumbed to a long siege. Your father and brothers are dead. You are terrified you will now be raped and murdered.
EUNUCH GUARD, TUNIS 1931: photograph Recuerdos de Pandora
But you are not harmed by your captors, fearsome as they look. Instead you are taken back to the Ottoman capital and introduced into a gloomy wooden palace the Turks call the Eski Saraya.
You are put into the care of the Mistress of the Robes, where your flair for needlework is put to good use. You are taught Arabic and the Koran. But it is made clear to you that you are now a slave. Whatever high position in life you had before, now you are nothing; the Sultan’s plaything.
You accept that will never see your own country again. This is your home now and there are only two ways out of this dreary place. If you do not attract the Sultan’s eye he may one day give you away as a wife to one of his senior officers or ministers. But that’s if you’re lucky. You might just as easily be neglected and forgotten.
Or you can turn the tables.
You soon realize that these other women who share your predicament are your competition. One of them is going to be the mother of the next Sultan and attain a position of pre-eminent power in the country that enslaved her. If you are beautiful enough and clever enough and cunning enough that woman could be you.
The first step is to become gözde - ‘in the eye’; that is, you must catch the attention of the Lord of Life, the Sultan himself. An ambitious girl like yourself might find a way. It depends how devious you are.
Or you may rely on kismet, fate. One day you will wait with a hundred other girls in the court of the harem, pearls and jewels glittering in the sun. As the Sultan passes among you, he will take a handkerchief from the sleeve of his robe and drape it over your shoulder. You have been chosen! This is your golden chance.
You may have one night and be forgotten; or this could be the road to absolute power. It is entirely up to you.
You are taken first to the Keeper of the Baths, your entire body is shaved by slave girls and you are bathed in water scented with jasmine and orange. Your hair is shampooed with henna. Afterwards another slave coats your body with a mixture of warm rice flour and oil.
You are then prepared and coiffed and primped down to the last eyelash and the last drop of balm, dressed elaborately in clothes of incredible richness. Finally the Chief Black Eunuch escorts you to the Sultan’s bedchamber.
If you can please the Lord of Life then he might invite you back to his bed again. If the invitations become more frequent then you become iqbal, a favourite.
You will be given your own apartments, your own eunuch slaves, even an allowance of your own. You are on your way. But it will all count for nothing unless you get pregnant and bear the Sultan a son. If you do, then you become a kadin, one of the Sultan’s wives.
You are now playing this deadly game in earnest because there are only ever four kadins. After that, the abortionist is called in.
As one of the select four you are just a breath away from power now. You are also in deadly danger.
Only one of you can become the mother of the next Sultan, the Sultan Valide. If you do, your power will be unquestioned, you will rule the entire Harem and your son will reign supreme in the country that made you a slave.
If you fail? You will probably end up at the bottom of the Bosphorus, drowned in a sack. So you cannot afford failure. You must be clever and you must be charming and you must be attractive and you must be utterly ruthless.
These are your choices. This is the game.
This is the harem.
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