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 Great—Yale 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.
Ghu, a post from well-nigh mythical 2002 with nary a comment. Well, I have nothing to say, and I am saying it.
And you said it well!
Is толобас a word that Akunin created himself? Or a descendant of Persian دولاب dōlāb ‘storehouse, pantry, buttery, locker; a labyrinth; trick, fraud, machination’? Or akin to Turkish dolu ‘full’ (cognates here)? Or akin to тулуп (as ‘golden fleece’)?
I’m reading this just after the thread on apophenia. But then, nothing is ever a coincidence.
My education in historical linguistics reinforced the lesson
I was just looking at a grammar of Fwe, a Bantu language of Namibia, the way you do
https://langsci-press.org/catalog/book/351
when I was struck by the word mufuri “blacksmith.” The root of this would go back to a Proto-Bantu verb form *kuda, which naturally immediately reminded me of the Kusaal verb kud “work iron” (even the tones correspond properly.)
Sadly, cognacy is quite impossible: the Kusaal form is not reconstructable even to Proto-Oti-Volta, it matches none of the relevant Proto-Bantu iron/ironworking roots, and ironworking in Africa is nowhere near old enough for any of this to be possible anyway. And the Kusaal root-final -d- should in fact correspond to Proto-Bantu /t/, not /d/.
(It turns out the Fwe word is the agent noun of fura “sharpen”, this being another thing blacksmiths do.)