I was incredibly lucky to meet Barbara Nadel back in June at an event I organised for Crime Fiction month. She sat on a panel with 3 other female crime writers and discussed her books, writing and where her inspiration comes from.All I can say is she is one awesome lady. She has a wonderful sense of humour & is so down to earth, so I feel honoured to be hosting her on my blog today. She is going to introduce us to her two protagonists from her Inspector Ikmen books, this is a long running series set in Turkey and book 16 in the series, Body Count was published by Headline earlier this year.
Who are Cetin
Ikmen and Mehmet Suleyman?
Apart from being men with unusual
names to western ears, they are also the ‘stars’ of my Istanbul set crime
series. As their creator, I’ve lived with this pair for a very long time now
and so I thought that it was probably about time I gave them a bit of space to
be themselves rather than moving one of my plots along.
The idea of, if not Turkish cops,
then a Turkish crime series started back in the dark ages of my youth. When I
first started visiting Turkey in the 1970s it was not somewhere western people
went to for their holidays. Coastal resorts like Fethiye and Side were little
more than fishing villages and Istanbul was somewhere people went through to
get on the hippy trail to India. There was, and remains, a famous cafe called
the Pudding Shop in the Sultahmet district of the city where travellers could
meet, exchange information, maybe organise lifts and sit, stoned, with a cup of
coffee for hours on end. Now it’s a bit cup cake, self service style upmarket,
but I did see at least one old drug casualty in there about five years ago. As
a kid I thought it was marvellous that such a place existed especially in view
of the fact that the food was so cheap they almost paid you to eat there. But
unless you knew about Turkey there was very little you could find to read about
it.
I’ve always enjoyed crime
fiction. My mother was, and is, addicted to it. We come from a part of London
where it was always happening – the East End. But not much of it seemed to
occur in Istanbul. Back in the days when local communities would club together
to buy winter boots for their local beat policeman, a bit of shoplifting was
headline news. Political violence was rife and getting killed in the crossfire
between Leftist and Rightist groups in the 1970s was all too easily done. But
straightforward murder was rare. Pro death penalty people like to say that it’s
because there is no capital punishment in Turkey any more. But I think it’s
more complicated than that. In the 1970s and 80s unless you liked carpets there
wasn’t much to aspire to for your average consumer. Cars were generally old
wrecks, most people rented their homes and you’d generally stroll down to your
local tea garden to watch TV. People weren’t greedy. There wasn’t much to be
greedy about.
But as the 1980s became the
1990s, I noticed things change. Turkey became a holiday destination not just
for whacked out hippies, but for nice middle class families too. Wafting around
a still 70s looking, but clearly evolving Istanbul in the early 90s, I wondered
why books on the subject of this place were so rare and further, why there
wasn’t much fiction set in the city. As far as I was concerned, this was an
endangered environment. I decided to do something about it.
There is an old Istanbul legend
that one of the last Russian Tsar’s daughters had not been killed with the rest
of her family in Ykaterinburg, but had somehow escaped and come to live in
Istanbul. We now know this isn’t true but when I wrote the first draft of the
initial Ikmen book ‘Belshazzar’s Daughter’ in 1992, the bodies of the Romanovs
had not been discovered. I thought my book was a work of genius. Sadly nobody
else did and it didn’t actually get published in the UK, by Headline, until 1999.
I wrote a book about a family who
lived with a secret they would kill for and, at the end of the novel, there was
a lot of blood. To push my plot forward, I used a couple of local cops. One was
about forty five, skinny, a chain smoker while the other one was in his
twenties, handsome and clean living. I didn’t think a lot about them, but oddly
to me at the time, my new publisher did because they asked me to write two more
books featuring those men.
Sixteen books later, Cetin Ikmen,
the skinny chain smoker and Mehmet Suleyman, the glamour boy, are still on the
beat in Istanbul. So who are they?
Cetin Ikmen was probably born
middle aged. Lugubrious and intelligent, he doesn’t suffer fools gladly or
otherwise and his honesty is legendary. His father, Timur Ikmen, was an
academic while his mother, Ayse was a witch and soothsayer originally from
Albania. I know that to western ears the concept of a ‘witch’ living with a
secular academic seems odd, but in Turkey the mundane and the fantastic have
always lived side by side. They still do.
Like his mother, Cetin has a
little bit of magic in his soul. His older brother Halil who works as an
accountant, doesn’t. However, in spite of this touch of fairy dust, Ikmen is
politically to the left of centre and is most definitely a believer in
Ataturk’s secular republic. His wife, Fatma, on the other hand, is a very pious
Muslim and religion and politics are flash points in what has been over the
years a very passionate and devoted marriage. And although Cetin didn’t want a
family quite as large as the one he ended up with (Cetin and Fatma have nine
children) he loves all his children and works hard to give them the best
preparation for life that he can.
Professionally, he has risen
through the ranks of the police service since the 1970s and has arrived at a
place in his career where, if he progresses any further, he will lose touch
with the job of day to day policing. He has enough self awareness to know that
this is not where he wants to be. The city of Istanbul is his ‘beat’ and,
although he doesn’t always approve of all the changes that take place in it, he
is bound to it by birth, habit and a love of the place that almost rivals his
passion for his wife. In the end this metropolis that has grown from a
backwater of two million people in 1974 to a mega city of fourteen million now,
will probably kill Cetin Ikmen. But until that time he will do whatever it
takes to tame the wilder and more lethal aspects of the only city in the world
that exists across two continents.
Mehmet Suleyman is the scion of
an old Ottoman family. Until the Turkish Republic was established in 1923 what
was then the Ottoman Empire was ruled by a family called Osmanoglu. This vast
monarchy, with an all powerful sultan at its head, enriched through privilege
or marriage thousands of other families like the Suleymans. However when the
Osmanoglus were deposed anyone who supported them was stripped of their titles
and prestige too and so Mehmet Suleyman, son of a man who would once have been
a prince, was brought up in genteel if reduced circumstances.
Like his older brother, Murad,
Mehmet attended the best school in Istanbul, the Galatasaray Lycee. But rather
then settling, as he saw it, for a life of quiet bookishness, he chose to join
the police. His parents, who saw and still see the police service as beneath
him, were appalled. Now with twenty years service under his belt, he is no
longer the innocent ingenue he was when he entered the service. First as
Ikmen’s sergeant and then as an inspector in his own right he has toughened up
and grown up. This has not always been a positive thing. Married and divorced
twice, Mehmet Suleyman has a weakness for women who find him attractive, which
is most of them. The quiet, pious Muslim boy who was always very reticent about
the fact that his father was a prince, has been replaced by a rather arrogant
womaniser who smokes and drinks and can quickly turn to violence. This last
aspect of his behaviour in particular is something Cetin Ikmen disapproves of
strongly. However the increasing arrogance is something he can at least
understand, if not like.
One of the more unexpected
results of having a more Islamically inspired government in Turkey (since the
AK Parti came to power in 2002) is that the old empire has been, to some
extent, rehabilitated. This is known as Neo-Ottomanism which probably reached
its apogee in 2009 when thousands of people came out onto the streets of
Istanbul to attend the funeral of Ottoman prince Osman Ertugrul Osmanoglu. For
Mehmet Suleyman and his family this means that they can be ‘out’ about who they
are and the whole ‘prince’ thing has become part of his allure.
The most important person in
Mehmet Suleyman’s life is his young son, and only child, Yusuf who lives with
his second ex-wife, the psychiatrist, Zelfa Halman. Sadly, Suleyman doesn’t see
the child as often as he would like. His personal life is a mess of broken
relationships, difficult parents and obsessive liaisons with women even he
feels are unsuitable. This is not helped by the occasional use of prostitutes
and brief flings with tourists. Unlike Cetin Ikmen’s difficult but loving
family life, Suleyman’s life away from policing is a bit of a car crash.
But for all their differences my
‘boys’ get along. Ikmen nursed Suleyman through his first years as an Istanbul
police officer, for which Mehmet is eternally grateful. The two now have a
friendship which, though tested at times, is enduring. And with the city of
Istanbul growing and evolving around them every day, they have a lot to do.
About The Author
Trained
as an actress, Barbara Nadel used to work in mental health services. Born in the
East End of London, she now lives in Lancashire and writes full
time.
Pretty much every book in the series follows the same format. Hannah will inevitably find a dead body and will get mixed up in the search for the killer. Her sister Andrea, is married to the town policeman and is happily settled so this leaves, Hannah's mother, Delores with plenty of time on her hands to try & marry Hannah off. This leads to some very amusing story lines.
