Baku, Azerbaijan

Rising up from the hill that lay beyond Neftchilar Avenue, a
trio of gleaming flame-shaped skyscrapers dominated the western

The flame skyscrapers, as seen from old Baku, and the rebuilt eleventh-century walls.

Tbilisi, Georgia

Tbilisi was a city of memories for Mark, not all of them good.But one thing he’d always liked was the church bells. They’d sounded strange to his ear whenever he’d come up from Muslim Azerbaijan, where he’d lived for years and which lay just south of Georgia. Though not religious himself, he appreciated the tenacity that those bells represented. For over fifteen hundred years the Georgian Orthodox Church had survived, despite invasions from Islamist Arabs, Turks, and Persians, and then the atheist Soviets. The bells said we’re survivors, we outlasted you all, we’re still here...

Scenes from old Tbilisi.

All photos by Dan Mayland
Excerpts from the novel appear in italics

He paid the driver, walked to a bench opposite a thirty-foot-tall photograph of the president of Azerbaijan that adorned the Stalin-baroque city hall...

Ganja, city hall.

Ganja, Azerbaijan

While Baku was fast on its way to becoming a mini-Dubai, Ganja was in no such danger. Plastic bags, old tires, cans, bottles, and dead birds were strewn all over the rocky bed of the river that ran through the center of the city. Scavengers combed through the garbage. Sewage dripped out of cracked cast-iron pipes left exposed because of low water.

The Ganja River.

Tucked away on the back side of the ridge, in the shadow of a medieval fortress, the [botanical] gardens of Tbilisi were a welcome refuge from the city. It was a wild place, crisscrossed by little dirt trails and crumbling stone walls. Because the city was on the other side of the ridge, the sound of cars was barely audible, and he could hear little but the wind rustling through the leaves.

The botanical gardens of Tbilisi.

The badlands near the salt mine.

Nakhchivan, Azerbaijan

To the northwest, Mark could see Ilan Dag—the rocky mountain where local legend said Noah’s ark first struck land, leaving a deep cleft in the top before landing on the slopes of Mount Ararat, in what was now eastern Turkey.

Ilan Dag. Snowcapped mountains in the distance are near the border with Armenia.

He’d loved Tbilisi back then; had loved the cliffs along the Kura River, the foothills of the green mountains that rose up on the west side of the city, the majestic art nouveau buildings that lined the bustling Rustaveli Prospekti, the opera house where he’d seen Verdi’s La Traviata and Wagner’s Tannhäuser for four rubles…He’d lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment with a rickety wood balcony covered with brilliant purple wisteria vines.

At the end of the park stood a ten-sided eighty-foot-tall 12th-century mausoleum that was decorated with the word Allah rendered in Arabic.

Mausoleum detail: Allah in Arabic

Rasul Tagiyev would have lived on a street like this.

View of the Aras River and Iran (the mountains just past the river), from top floor of the Tabriz hotel in downtown Nakhchivan City. 

...when he and Keal drove through the square at the southern end of Rustaveli Avenue in downtown Tbilisi, he didn’t see Saint George atop the massive pedestal in the center of the square, he saw Lenin, the man who used to be there.


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Death of a Spy

Below are two photos of Nizami Street in Baku, one from 2013, the other from 2007. Much of the city has received a similar facelift.

Soon they were cruising west down Neftchilar Avenue, parallel to which ran a promenade that followed the coast of the Caspian Sea. Until recently, the promenade had been ... nothing more than a cracked asphalt path that had run along the edge of a rock breakwater that smelled of rotting fish and seaweed, [but it] was now a pristine expanse of white tile that extended all the way down to the water’s edge.

The refurbished promenade by the Bay of Baku.

Beds inside the salt mine.

They passed through a long cave-like room with smokestained stone walls that arced inward to form an arched ceiling.Gilded couches were arranged on threadbare Persian carpets. At the end of the room stood a massive revolving door made of centuries-old oak and reinforced with thick iron bands. Orkhan pushed his way through it, as though entering a medieval dungeon.

The caravansary.