We humans have a deep need to find meaning in everything around us, and therefore have a hard time accepting the idea of meaningless coincidence. If something looks like something else, there must be a connection, mystical or otherwise. (See: Jung, synchronicity.) Fortunately, I’ve been exposed to enough statistics to know that if you keep tossing coins, the fact that heads and tails are equally probable means that it is inevitable that, if you toss long enough, you will get (say) ten or fifty or a thousand heads in a row, by pure chance. My education in historical linguistics reinforced the lesson: even though English and Persian are related languages, and even though Persian “bad” means the same thing as English “bad” and is pronounced almost identically, there is no historical connection whatever. It’s just a coincidence.

With that introduction, I proceed to my latest trip to Brighton Beach. Some time ago I read and enjoyed Boris Akunin‘s Azazel, the first of his “Fandorin” series of detective novels set in 19th-century Petersburg. I’ve since moved on to other things, most recently Pushkin’s “Poltava” and late-17th-century Russia in general (I highly recommend Lindsey Hughes’ Russia in the Age of Peter the GreatYale very kindly lets you read the first chapter online, if you’re interested [Yale no longer practices such kindness, but you can use “Search inside the book” at Amazon]), but last time I was in BB I noticed a video of a televised version of Azazel, although I was too loaded down to buy it at the time, so today I went back to repair the omission. (I had the day off from work.) While I was in the smaller branch of Sankt-Peterburg (which has lower prices for some reason), I looked up at the detective-fiction shelves, and there was a new work by Akunin: Altyn-Tolobas, a novel set in late-17th-century Russia! I bought it and can’t wait to read it. But I don’t think it’s the work of the gods. It’s just those coins coming up heads.

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