Word: vizier
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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This book is an evocative chronicle of the bridge, ranging the 350 years from its building by a 16th century grand vizier, as a link between the European and Asian halves of the Ottoman Empire, to its near destruction in World War I. At Visegrad, in what is now Yugoslavia, the right bridge had found the right people, an amiable mixture of Serbs, Jews and Turks with an immoderate love of women, an inclination to alcohol and laziness and a dislike of war, for they were men who "preferred to live foolishly rather than to die foolishly...
Died. Hadj Mohammed el Mokri, chubby, white-bearded centenarian (estimated Moslem age: 116), Grand Vizier (Premier) to the last five Sultans of Morocco, dishonored and disfortuned for serving the wrong boss (i.e., France) in his country's successful struggle for independence; in Rabat, Morocco...
...seeing him for the first time yields to ever greater shocks as Ashe clanks through her admiring herd, disconcerting the urbane and unhorsing the sophisticated by sheer force of his awkward ardor. He pokes an oil princeling in the snoot, almost drowns the handsome son of the grand vizier. In a final melodramatic bid for Shala's heart. he parachutes into the Sahara Desert to engage a rival in mortal combat. Caught up in his exuberant campaign, he scarcely notices that his love has run off to another...
Sticking point in formation of the Moroccan throne council has been the choice of a "neutral" third member. Both sides have long accepted 1) Mohammed el Mokri, the 108-year-old Grand Vizier, as representative of the traditionalist supporters of ex-Sultan Ben Arafa, and 2) Si M'Barek ben Mustapha el Bekkai, 48-year-old idol of Moroccan nationalists, as representative of ex-Sultan Ben Youssef. But French colonists feared the influence of Si Bekkai, whom they regarded as a dangerous extremist. Final solution was to dilute Si Bekkai's influence by adding...
Poor Listener. With the Vizier out of touch, the Sultan gave in. Shortly before dawn next day, light tanks and armored cars converged on the palace. Squads of police materialized on street corners; troops lined the roads to the airport. At 7 a.m. the Sultan, leaning heavily on a gold-headed cane, his eyes veiled behind dark glasses, emerged from his palace for only the third and last time in his unhappy two-year reign (on both previous occasions, someone had tried to assassinate...