A rather inauspicious start to my new project of reading the Edgar Award list.
I was nervous before I started, as soon as I read the author bio on the first page. "Jason Goodwin fell under the spell of Istanbul while studying Byzantine history at Cambridge University," it begins. (Oh dear. Cambridge-educated Whitey McWhiteBread? "Fell under the spell"? I fear we are heading for Exotic Orientalist-Town.) It continues, "Following the success of his book A Time for Tea: Travels Through China and India in Search of Tea, he made a six-month pilgrimage across Eastern Europe to reach Istanbul for the first time, a journey recounted in On Foot to the Golden Horn: A Walk to Istanbul." I see. A "pilgrimage". A six-month journey on foot. What century is it again? How preciously anachronistically Orientalist can we get?
But I decided I'd give Goodwin a shot. Maybe he'd really done his research, and spent a lot of time in Istanbul, and consulted a lot of locals. And after all, it won an Edgar Award, right? The mystery must be great.
Sadly, my initial skepticism was well-deserved. The mystery is shallow, has no red herrings to speak of, and is eminently guessable very early on (given that Goodwin only provides us with a minute handful of suspects). Nor does Goodwin do fabulous character work; Yashim never becomes more than two-dimensional, his personality traits (of which he has the grand total of two: he is a eunuch, and he cooks) are perfunctory and underdeveloped. Periodically Yashim indulges in Angst about being a eunuch, but that Angst is never actually given enough scope to be interesting (and is inaccurate; see below). Ten of Goodwin's minuscule chapters have gone by? Time for more vague Eunuch Angst. (There are one hundred thirty-two chapters in all.)
Instead of writing a good mystery or intriguing characterization, Goodwin focuses on the history and ambiance of Istanbul itself. And hey, if he had done this well I would've forgiven him much! But there are simply so many mistakes, many of them quite basic. Other reviews have pointed them out in great detail, so I'll abstain from reinventing the wheel here. But really, when you hang your hat on being an Expert and shoehorn reams of "history" and "culture" into the book at the expense of plot and characterization, it had better be correct history and culture. Instead it was a mishmash of inaccuracies and exoticification.
Finally, the random heterosexual subplot that got shoved in was downright cringeworthy. First Goodwin goes on and on in Yashim's Eunuch Angst implying that he can't have sex (which is inaccurate - Yashim is only missing his balls and can have sex). There is Much Angst about this. But then Yashim meets the most beautiful woman in the universe, who is inexplicably so hot for him that she is ravenous to have him as a lover, despite the danger they'd both be in if they were found out (she's married to a Very Important Diplomat). So Yashim gets devirginified, randomly, in the middle of trying to keep an empire from disintegrating, avert a palace coup, and protect his friends (and himself) from being murdered. Just an all-night detour in a life-or-death quest. He never really thinks about it again, either. I almost tossed the book at that point, to be honest (having already figured out the flimsy mystery). It just came out of nowhere, was so unnecessary, didn't get any follow-up, and seemed to exist solely to go 1) Yashim No Homo, 2) Yashim Can Have Sex Yay (Forget That I Inaccurately Implied He Couldn't), and 3) Most Beautiful Woman in the World Sexes My Protagonist, Yup Yup Yup.
Look. I would love a mystery set in 1830s Istanbul that a) was a good mystery, b) had well-developed and interesting characters, c) didn't get a crapton of things wrong, and d) wasn't Orientalist and exoticifying as all get out. But that is not this book. (Perhaps an actual Turkish writer might stand a better chance than a foreign dabbler? Just sayin'.) I'm frankly very surprised it won an Edgar. I would not read more in this series.