During my studies in seminary, one of my professors in pastoral counseling introduced a new trend: we each had to choose a fiction book or novel and report on the characters’ psychology and make our recommendations for diagnosis and for treatment. At the time I was not practicing homoerotic Tantra, of course, so I chose a wonderful book, “Birds without Wings,” by Louis De Bernières. Briefly, the book is the story of a small coastal town in South West Anatolia in the dying days of the Ottoman Empire told in the richly varied voices of the people - Christians and Muslims of Turkish and Greek and Armenian descent - whose lives are rooted there, intertwined for untold years. There is Iskander, the potter and local font of proverbial wisdom; Karatavuk - Iskander's son - and Mehmetcik, childhood friends whose playground stretches across the hills above the town, where Mehmetcik teaches the illiterate Karatavuk to write Turkish in Greek letters. There are Father Kristoforos and Abdulhami
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