“The Queen let another drop fall from her bottle on to the snow, and instantly there appeared a round box, tied with green silk ribbon, which, when opened, turned out to contain several pounds of the best Turkish Delight. Each piece was sweet and light to the very centre and Edmund had never tasted anything more delicious.” — C S Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Once upon a time in Istanbul, a sultan wanted to keep all his wives and mistresses happy, so he called upon a confectioner to create a sweet to keep them — well — sweet. (Or so says an article in The Independent , talking about the history of the Turkish Delight).
The confectioner invented a gel of starch and sugar, sprinkled with nuts and flavoured with rosewater, a cloying sweet, rubbery but not chewy. Nice, if you like that sort of thing, which I, disappointed adult, once childhood Narnia fan, did not.
There is an argument to be made about not re-reading your old favourite books as an adult. Your rational mind isn’t supposed to stop and examine a problematic bit of prose. You’re supposed to skim right along, breathless and caught up in the adventure like the heroes you’re reading about. There should also be an argument about not eating food you’ve read about, that has been exalted. Fish and chips were bland, kidneys smelt so strongly of pee I just couldn’t stomach them, and Turkish Delight was the unkindest of all — not a delight, not even remotely so.
I was well into adulthood by the time I tried them, and with the first bite, I paused for a moment, and within that, I decided they weren’t for me. No offence to Turkish Delight lovers; it was just that I realised in that second, almond slivers catching on my palate, that it was no wonder that Edmund in Narnia loved them. They would please a child, achingly sweet.
The first time I read about the Sultan’s appeasement was in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe , the very first of the Narnia books. Before they can overthrow her, one of the children, Edmund, is lured into her power by the magic sweets she feeds him. This makes him silly and vulnerable — not unlike being roofied — and soon, he is her spy.
Now, in Lewis’ time, Turkish Delight was the ultimate in imported confectionery, and in war-time England, when the book was written and set, sweets were hard to get. An article theorises that maybe the idea of Narnia under the White Witch, where it was “always winter and never Christmas”, led Lewis to think of it. After all, sugar rations were scarce during the time, and he probably drew parallels between that life and the one he was creating in Narnia.
Originally, it was called rahat-ul hulkum , for “comfort of the throat”, but in modern-day Turkey, Turkish Delight is just plain old “mouthful” or lokum . Edmund’s betrayal has travelled around the world — Bulgaria, where it’s spiced with walnuts; Greece, where it’s served with coffee instead of biscuits; Romania; and North America and England, where they coat it with chocolate, as they do most sweet things.
In my imaginings, TD was marshmallow-like, spongy, soft and ethereal.I’m not the only one. In an article in Slate , the author imagines it “crumbly and buttery and warm, like shortbread with walnuts, just out of the oven, with a rich, molten filling inside.” But after tasting it: “It tasted like soap rolled in plaster dust.”
Maybe that’s where the mystery lies — not in what Edmund ate, but why he ate it; not the reason he was seduced, but what he was tasting as he gave up his whole family. I suspect it’ll always be a mystery to me.
The author has penned books such as Split and Before, and Then After
