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Monsieur Ara in his lamp workshop. Photo: Aysegul Savas.<\/p><\/div>\n

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T<\/em>hrough wider labyrinths of lamplighted city. \u2014<\/em>Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Of the ten thousand books in the library of Ottoman Sultan\u00a0Abd\u00fclhamid II, two thousand were detective novels. Abd\u00fclhamid also founded the first secret service and sent spies across the empire to report to him. Many sources cite these two facts\u2014the Sultan\u2019s love of mystery novels and his secret service\u2014back to back. I agree that the story, told like this, stirs the imagination.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Inside a blue shop at the end of rue Flatters in Paris, lamps hang from every inch of the ceiling. There are globes and barrels, in brass and opaline, in marbling swirls of orange and red, dark green, blue, and pink. Lamps line the shelves, spilling over to the crimson carpet on the wooden floor; mantles, finials, and valves are stacked in every nook.<\/p>\n

The shop, however, is dimly lit, a faint smell of gas coming from the back room where the proprietor, Monsieur Ara, with large square spectacles, trimmed beard, bow tie, and vest, sorts through his collection of thousands of pieces. Bent over the large worktable on his high stool, he fixes lamps, strings glass beads for fringes, and demonstrates the history of lighting to his visitors\u2014from round wick to flat yellow flame to blue\u2014illuminating the scientific discoveries of the Industrial Revolution one by one. Finally, there is the switch from oil to gas lamps. This is the birth of the mystery novel as well, the gaslight novel.\u00a0<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

In the sultan\u2019s thirty-three-year reign, which began in 1876 with the suspension of the Ottoman Parliament and the restoration of absolute monarchy, more than fifty mystery novels were translated into Turkish.<\/p>\n

The first Turkish mystery, also written during the reign of Abd\u00fclhamid, is Ahmet Mithat\u2019s Esrar-\u0131 Cinayet<\/em> (Mysteries of the murder). It\u2019s an amateur example of the genre: the culprit, Mustafa the Counterfeiter, drops from the sky at the end, in a denouement unrelated to the book\u2019s other developments.<\/p>\n

The best mysteries\u2014and those preferred by the sultan, judging from his library\u2014must be solved with the discerning light cast by their investigator and not with the inventions of the author.<\/p>\n

The pleasure of reading a mystery novel, for me as it must have been for the sultan, is in the moment of illumination.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Coming of age in the Industrial Revolution, illumination in the mystery novel is as literal as it is metaphorical. The cityscapes of gas and electric lighting created new backdrops for the imagination: deserted, half-lit streets at nighttime, solitary figures appearing and disappearing from lamplight into fog.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was coming home from some place at the end of the world, about three o\u2019clock of a black winter morning,\u201d Ensfield says in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde<\/em>, \u201cand my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps. Street after street and all the folks asleep\u2014street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession and all as empty as a church \u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n

In Stevenson\u2019s novel, the transformations of day into night are as potent as the doctor\u2019s potion.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

In September 1903, the British magazine Strand<\/em> published an article about Abd\u00fclhamid. It was promptly translated into Turkish for the sultan, who was particularly sensitive to his image abroad. (And yet he also ordered the installation of telegraph lines all through Anatolia, hastening the news of his atrocities to Europe.)<\/p>\n

But what caught the sultan\u2019s attention in this issue of Strand<\/em> was a story, \u201cThe Empty House,\u201d by a certain Arthur Conan Doyle. The sultan was so impressed by the story\u2019s snug-fitting logic that he asked the consulate in London to send him all the works of its author. The Sherlock Holmes stories were translated privately for the sultan and recorded in the Y\u0131ld\u0131z Palace catalogs. They were translated for the general public some years later, at the start of the second constitutional era, just as Abd\u00fclhamid was about to be dethroned.<\/p>\n

In 1907, Arthur Conan Doyle visited Istanbul during his honeymoon journey, where Abd\u00fclhamid awarded him the Order of the Mejidie.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Monsieur Ara is an Armenian from Istanbul. He is also a chemist, a polyglot, and a world expert on gas lighting. I visit him in the late afternoons, walking the four streets from my writing desk to his workshop with a lemon loaf cake or a box of financiers from our neighborhood bakery. We have Turkish coffee that Monsieur Ara makes on a Bunsen burner, or tea from his pale-orange porcelain set left to him\u00a0by his mother.<\/p>\n

Another pleasure of the visit is hearing Monsieur Ara speak Turkish with the refined vocabulary and pronunciation of an old Istanbul gentleman. The musicality of his speech is like a fugue, measured and elegant.<\/p>\n

Even on surprise visits, when I enter rattling the doorbell, he looks up from his work calmly as if he had seen me coming.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere you are. I have so many things piled up to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He starts with his recent trips and new visitors to the shop. Into our second cup of tea, he tells me about dishes he\u2019s made, always paying attention to names. (\u201cIn Armenian it\u2019s called pandispanya<\/em>, which is the same as the French q<\/em>uatre-quarts\u00a0<\/em>\u2026 \u201d)<\/p>\n

He\u2019s always following a lead, investigating the etymology of a word. After I leave, he\u2019ll tie the loose ends of our conversations in an email, telling me, for example, that the rubber tree of the Mediterranean coast is not at all the Brazilian rubber, Hevea brasiliensis<\/em>, but rather a type of fig, Ficus elastica<\/em>. He loves puns and wordplay. One afternoon, when we\u2019re discussing coincidences, he tells me that his own name basically means light, deriving from the Armenian root ar<\/em>,\u00a0<\/em>for the sun.<\/p>\n

Inevitably, our conversations return to Istanbul. We exchange briefly on worrisome developments before Monsieur Ara guides me on an imaginary walk through the curiosities of our city, paying particular attention to the feats of the industrial era\u2014the train stations, bridges, and Art Nouveau buildings I\u2019ve walked by countless times but whose distinct features I learn only with his guidance.<\/p>\n

Our conversations are never nostalgic. In Monsieur Ara\u2019s shop, the past is not yearned for but preserved, with diligence and patience. Monsieur Ara does not disdain new technology, as I almost wish him to do so that he would be more like a character in a novel. Instead, he catalogs his restorations online, updates his Facebook account frequently with portraits of his new lamps on lace cloths, and regularly posts photographs of his walks around Paris and his travels in Europe and Istanbul. As I write this, he has a hundred sixty albums on his page, containing thousands of photographs.<\/p>\n

Many of them are of the old industrial neighborhoods of Istanbul\u2019s Golden Horn, where workshops are slowly closing. \u201cNaphtaline, colophane, cyanide, and other friendly poisons,\u201d reads one caption for a shop selling chemical products, similar to his own father\u2019s store when Monsieur Ara was a young boy.<\/p>\n

Monsieur Ara is always a bit surprised that I don\u2019t know the names of the most obvious things. \u201cWhat does it mean to spin metal?\u201d I ask him. \u201cWhat exactly is lathing?\u201d<\/p>\n

On his last visit to Istanbul\u2019s beloved \u0130nci Patisserie, right before it closed for good despite the protests of Istanbullus<\/em>, he photographed the desserts lining the refrigerated glass cabinets. \u201cThese cakes,\u201d he writes, \u201cdecorated with candied fruits, were a \u2018must\u2019 when calling on acquaintances for tea.\u201d<\/p>\n

His photographs are always accompanied with the specific location. 11 avenue de Versailles. 62 rue Boursault. Place du Dr. F\u00e9lix Lobligeois. Square des Batignolles. Sometimes I sense that, for him, the mere listing of place names is pleasure enough.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

In 1905, an Armenian revolutionary group attempted to assassinate Abd\u00fclhamid with a bomb placed in the sultan\u2019s carriage outside the Y\u0131ld\u0131z Mosque. But the bomb went off too soon, as the sultan was walking back from the Friday prayers. The Times<\/em> called the plot one of the most sensational political conspiracies of modern times, even if the event is now mostly forgotten.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

My favorite lamps are the ones that come with stories, like the long one shaped like a telescope invented by the Prussian king\u2019s doctor and used by otolaryngologists at the turn of the century. Or the clock lamp given to Monsieur Ara by a Parisian on her deathbed, who feared that her family would not understand its value.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

One of the lesser known works of Robert Louis Stevenson is a technical manual, which is Stevenson\u2019s small contribution to his family trade: On a New Form of Intermittent Light\u00a0for Lighthouses<\/em>.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

It\u2019s hard to reconcile the despotic rule of Abd\u00fclhamid with the picture of the bookish sultan, who was also an expert watchmaker and carpenter. He is remembered as the \u201cred sultan\u201d for the Hamidian massacres of hundreds\u00a0of thousands of Armenians and Assyrians. He is also remembered for the exquisite libraries, tables, and chests he produced in his carpentry workshop, some of which are housed in the Istanbul University library, along with his collection of mystery novels.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

In his house, Robert Louis Stevenson had a chest of drawers from the Edinburgh workshop of the cabinetmaker William Brody, who was the model for Stevenson\u2019s play The Double<\/em>. A respectable deacon by day, Brody would leave his house at nights to go robbing.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Stevenson must have been aware of the scientific theories about the emergence of secondary selves, popular in European journals of the\u00a0nineteenth\u00a0century. In one article, titled \u201cHave We Two Brains,\u201d the astronomer and journalist Proctor describes the case of Sergeant F., whose moral nature is disturbed to reveal an animalistic second self.<\/p>\n

\u201c[The] terrible conception of the \u2018Doppelt-g\u00e4nger,\u201d Proctor writes, \u201cis realized by men in this state, who live two lives, in the one of which they may be guilty of the most criminal acts, while in the other they are eminently virtuous and respectable. Neither life knows anything of the other.\u201d<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

The sultan is dethroned in 1909, the constitution is reinstated, and Abd\u00fclhamid is exiled to Thessaloniki. The day after he arrives for his house arrest, he asks when he will receive his watchmaking and carpentry tools.<\/p>\n

In 1911, the Armenian writer Yervant Odian published the detective novel Abd\u00fclhamid and Sherlock Holmes<\/em>. In the novel, three of the sultan\u2019s secret agents are found murdered in an empty mansion on the Bosphorus. When the Ottoman police force is unable to solve the case, the sultan calls the famous English detective to assist in Constantinople.<\/p>\n

Abd\u00fclhamid and Sherlock Holmes<\/em> was converted from the Arabic to the Latin alphabet in 2014 and garnered some interest as a curious work of detective fiction and an\u00a0artifact\u00a0of the Abd\u00fclhamid era, of which its author is so openly critical that he refers to Abd\u00fclhamid as \u201cThe Villain.\u201d<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Monsieur Ara is not familiar with Odian, neither as a detective writer nor for his better-known book, The Accursed Years<\/em>, about his deportation to the Syrian dessert.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I used to know a man like him, who came back alive,\u201d he says. He was very old when Monsieur Ara was a child; he played cards and talked little.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd did he talk about his past?\u201d I ask.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

I say it must have been strange for this man\u00a0to return to Istanbul and live among the people who are capable of this complicity.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere else would he go?\u201d Monsieur Ara says. \u201cIstanbul was his home.\u201d<\/p>\n

It is a question I\u2019ve never asked him\u2014what resentment he feels, what anger, what loss. I\u2019ve never asked him about his sense of belonging either. I feel, whenever we skirt these topics, that my identity might be offensive to him in some way, that I\u2019m blind to my past, to the reckless survival and triumph of people like me. To make up for it, I tell Monsieur Ara that my family has Armenian ancestors, and he tells me that is no wonder, as if this explained our friendship.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t tell him, however, that this Armenian ancestor is only hearsay, and that my grandmother, when we ask her for details, would rather sweep the whole matter aside.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

A photograph of Sultan Abd\u00fclhamid\u2019s foster or \u201cmilk\u201d brother, \u0130smet Pasha\u2014nursed by the same woman as the sultan\u2014shows the same fine features, the thin, melancholy face and aquiline nose as the sultan. One theory is that \u0130smet Pasha would serve as the sultan\u2019s double and attend the Friday prayers on his behalf. (Perhaps it was this brother who escaped the assassination unscathed.)<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

\u201cMany people have told me,\u201d Monsieur Ara says, \u201cthat I look like Abd\u00fclhamid.\u201d<\/p>\n

The resemblance is unmistakable. The nose, the cheekbones, the tapering face and beard.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd of all the Circassian women in the harem,\u201d he continues, \u201cAbd\u00fclhamid\u2019s mother was an Armenian.\u201d<\/p>\n

I ask whether he is certain of this fact, reminding him of Abd\u00fclhamid\u2019s atrocities.<\/p>\n

He asks me, without looking up, \u201cAren\u2019t your enemies always those who are closest to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Stevenson never reveals to his readers the full face of Mr. Hyde. We are left to fill in, each one of us on our own, the features of his abnormalities from witness\u2019 foggy descriptions, as hazy as London at nighttime. \u201cHe must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn\u2019t specify the point. He\u2019s an extraordinary looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s only fitting that Hyde remains in the shadows because he has emerged from the darkness of Dr. Jekyll\u2019s mind\u2014because he is the very embodiment of that darkness.<\/p>\n

The pleasure of the detective novel is not only in the moment of illumination but also in its eclipsed double. We wander the novel\u2019s dim streets with the delight that no misfortune can befall us while danger lurks just out of our sight. It is the pleasure of approaching the menacing unknown, otherwise kept at bay, like the crouching darkness of our own minds.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aysegul<\/span> Savas is a writer based in Paris. Her first novel, <\/em>Walking on the Ceiling, is forthcoming from Riverhead Books.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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