I was in Istanbul last week for the Black Week Crime Fiction Festival. It was my first time in Turkey and it was absolutely extraordinary. I’m back to my day job now, and I’m battening down the hatches for the imminent birth of my daughter, but I thought it would be worth jotting down some of the most memorable moments in a roughly chronological order:

 

Airport

I was greeted off the plane by someone holding a sign saying “Sam Wilson”. Some other passengers pointed...

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