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Fiction. Mystery. HTML: Meet Vish Puri, India's most private investigator. Portly, persistent, and unmistakably Punjabi, he cuts a determined swathe through modern India's swindlers, cheats, and murderers. In hot and dusty Delhi, where call centers and malls are changing the ancient fabric of Indian life, Puri's main work comes from screening prospective marriage partners, a job once the preserve of aunties and family priests. But when an honest public litigator is accused of murdering his maidservant, it takes all of Puri's resources to investigate. How will he trace the fate of the girl, known only as Mary, in a population of more than one billion? Who is taking pot shots at him and his prize chilli plants? And why is his widowed "Mummy-ji" attempting to play sleuth when everyone knows Mummies are not detectives? With his team of undercover operatives�??Tubelight, Flush, and Facecream�??Puri ingeniously combines modern techniques with principles of detection established in India more than two thousand years ago, long before "that Johnny-come-lately" Sherlock Holmes donned his Deerstalker. The search for Mary takes him to the desert oasis of Jaipur and the remote mines of Jharkhand. From his well-heeled Gymkhana Club to the slums where the servant classes live, Puri's adventures reveal modern India in all its seething complexity… (more)
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So what's a weentsy-teentsy little shoestring publishing house like Simon and Schuster supposed to do, try to buck the trend? Heavens to Betsy! Perish forbid! Must needs we leap aboard the wagon, fringe on the top gaily floofledy in the breeze of our passage on to the NEXT trend! And then where will Tarquin Hall be?
Tarquin who?
Vish Puri, our sleuth for this inaugural outing of the "Most Private Investigations Ltd" series, will be rattling around in iUniverse, his loyalists ordering a few copies here and there, and perchance Tarquin Hall coming up with the odd (a very advised use of the term) new entry but probably not.
The investigations here are not in the least bit the point of the book. The point is India, Indians, and the astonishing amount we here in the West don't know about any and all of those things. As such, I enjoyed the book quite a lot. I'm on record in several previous reviews as saying we'd best get used to Indian influences in our literature, because their influence is finally catching up with their numbers. I for one welcome this, because I find India completely fascinating, and I really really enjoy chances to add to my store of knowledge of the place.
Hall makes a very good guide, since he's as white a white boy as my blue eyes have ever seen. This means that things which would not need saying, like the fact that servants must fill washing machines by buckets, get said and our spoiled, spoiled eyes get big at the very *notion* of not simply twisting a tap for instant, clean water of whatever temperature we desire. (PLEASE GOD, plagues wars famines whatever, DON'T MAKE ME GIVE UP HOT SHOWERS!)
Oh! The story! Well, least said soonest mended, and let's move on to the important part: Should you read the book?
Nah. Fun, for me; pleasantly charmingly amusing, for me; but for a mystery reader, it would be a horrible experience, and for a snootybootsy four-hankies-and-a-pistol reader it would be a horrible experience, and for the general what's-new-this-week reader it would be a disorganized mess. If you're in the mood for a curry, though, could do nicely. Just don't go in with expectations too high.
Puri's office crew all have wonderfully descriptive nicknames (they call him "Boss") -Tubelight, Flush, Facecream-- and they go about helping him not only vet an large clientele of prospective spouses for the arranged marriages so common in India, but also helping to prove the innocence of a famous lawyer accused of murder of his servant Mary who has disappeared. The family only knows her name was Mary and she was not from their town. No last name, no picture, no registration papers, etc. Puri smells a rat and goes about trying to find Mary (how many gazaillion women in India are named Mary?) find out if she was murdered, and if so, who did it.
The portrait of India reminded me of Alexander McCall Smith's loving portrait of Botswana in the 1st Ladies Detective Agency series. Vish Puri is a believable, likeable detective and readers should hope that more of his adventures are forthcoming.
Lesson learned.
Our hero, Vish Puri, is a very human one. He runs a detective agency in Delhi, where things are somewhat different than they might be in the U.S. or the U.K.
Although most of Puri's (fondly known as "Chubby") cases come from pre-marriage investigations, he's consulted on other things as well, including possible murders. In this first book of the series, he'w working on a marriage case when he's asked to help a lawyer who's accused of murdering a servant.
On the surface, Hall's book seems a funny take on detectives, much like the Botswana series by McCall-Smith, but don't make the mistake of thinking that they're in the same class. They couldn't be more different.
Although the book is funny enough to make the reader laugh out loud in places, Hall has written with a thinly veiled undercurrent of anger at the corruption, mismanagement, and blindness of the Indian government. This reader enjoyed learning about both the pleasant ambiance of Delhi and the hidden rot in the city.
Most highly recommended to those who like some meat and some humor with their mysteries.
As in The Case of the Deadly Butter Chicken which I also enjoyed, the story is a celebration of India - its food, its culture(s), and the good along with the bad. Hall simply states the latter in what comes across as a non-judgmental way, and yet it’s there: poor quality housing built on the backs of those working for “slave wages” that begins falling apart shortly after completion, crowds competing and pushing to cram on to trains, with women, babies, and the elderly being ejected like “chaff from a threshing machine”, and people working in uranium mines without having any clue as to the hazard this represents to their health. “How had the Marathi poet Govindraj put it? ‘Hindu society is made up of men who bow their heads to the kicks from above and who simultaneously give a kick below.’”
The mystery is engaging, though I won’t spoil it. Humor is sprinkled throughout the book, an example of which that I really smiled over was Vish’s antics on an airplane ride. He’s terrified of air travel but buys himself a business class ticket because “if he was going to meet his doom he might as well do it with extra legroom”, and then proceeds to have his briefcase open as he’s stowing it in an overhead bin, with “Sexy Men aftershave and a pair of VIP Frenchie chuddies” falling into the aisle. He sits “as rigid as a condemned man in an electric chair”, chanting a mantra over and over, and then later annoying other travelers in a way I won’t describe. The point is he’s smart and virtuous, but fallible, and lovable for that. He tells his wife “First I’m going upstairs to wash my face”, which Hall then tells us is code for “I’m hungry and I’d like to eat in ten minutes.” And eat he does, food spicy enough to feel like molten lead for most, greasy street snacks he eats on the sly, careful to conceal the evidence, and delicious appetizers over drinks.
Enjoy going out for Indian food while reading this one.
The main plot of the story is about Puri and his detective agency investigating a case
One aspect that I really enjoyed about the book was how well it unfolded. The plot was smooth, methodical and well-written--and having India as a setting just added to the overall quality.
It’s contemporary India, Delhi actually, where red tape is wound around paper
The book is written in Indian English and peppered through out with terms that need to be located in a 14 page glossary which appears at first to be a hindrance but will actually add some words to your vocabulary. Have some fun…embrace the cliché and allow yourself to smile while Vish Puri handles his cases with aplomb. He is after all the winner of the Super Sleuth plaque awarded in 1999 by the World Federation of Detectives.
We get to meet
All is not well with his country, but Mr. Puri does his best, and his best is a very good job indeed.
Well written, engaging, how true is the depiction of Indian life?
This new mystery series takes place in modern India. The many characters are stereo-types but leave a lot a room for development in future series. The main
In today's Delhi, the fabric of Indian life is being changed by call centers
In The Case of the Missing Servant, Hall does the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency one better. I knew I would like this portly private eye as soon as I learned his business was above the Bahri Sons bookshop. With his love of food and his insistence that the principles of detection were established in India more than two thousand years ago, Vish Puri could be just a figure of affectionate fun, but he does know his stuff, and his team of undercover operatives (with names like Facecream and Tubelight to protect their identities) is very good.
The mystery is puzzling, and the assassination attempt on Puri's life which is ignored by him and investigated by his mother is a secondary plot that's truly funny.
As much as I loved Hall's characters and plot, I was totally absorbed in the book's setting. Hall brought modern India to life in all its complexity and contradictions. Included in the back is a glossary which I found useful mainly for the Punjabi cuisine that Vish Puri loves so much, and I have to admit reading The Case of the Missing Servant "forced" an unexpected second purchase: an Indian slow cooker cookbook. Since my husband loves Indian cuisine, he's going to reap the rewards of the second purchase.
How am I going to reap the rewards of Tarquin Hall's first book about a wily, lovable private investigator? By greedily gobbling up future books in the series!
This book has been unreasonably compared to the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series by Alexander McCall Smith with probably the only similarity being that it is not set in the traditional British or American setting. The 51 year old detective dislikes being compared to Sherlock Holmes, but has a moustache that probably even Hercule Poirot would be proud of. He is trying to track down a missing servant, with the only information available to him being her first name Mary and that her skin colour is dark.
Vish Puri’s detecting skills are based a lot on use of his brains with ideas borrowed from Chanakya, a shrewd, famous economist and minister in ancient India. However, he does not discount the use of forensics either and we are informed that India was a pioneer in this field with tools like fingerprinting, substance testing like tobacco ash comparisons, having been developed in the country. He successively uses modern technology like phone tapping etc. in order to solve his cases.
The book is enjoyable though it can get irritating sometimes. If you are looking for some light hearted, amusing reading with a few mysteries thrown in, this is definitely the book to go for.
English, hall has spent a great deal of time in other countries, India being one of them. His writing style is a wonderful attempt to recreate the rhythm and word usage of Anglo-Indian speech. The plots are not much and the resolutions leave a good del to be desired, based too much on “intuition”--Vish’s or his mother’s--with too much exposition in place of evidence. But the characters are quirky, the writing is good, and Hall presents a good look at modern-day Indian life. As with just about every single contemporary Indian author, Hall writes about the endemic corruption in the Indian system; this book concentrates on the police and judicial system. Hall gives a good look at the Indian way of life from the point of view of a knowledgeable outsider. And knowledgeable he is, right down to the Sikh jokes common in northern India.
Despite rather cavalier plot development, The Case of the Missing Servant is still a fun read.
I really, really enjoyed
In this book, Tarquin Hall writes about Vish Puri, a 51 year old,
As a detective novel, this book works although it doesn’t have a very tight pace, and in that, it sort of resembles the “No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency” series, rather than a hardcore detective novel. Hall peppers the story with Puri’s observations on Delhi and Indian society and government which make interesting reading. Plus Puri is typically Punjabi and Hall manages to introduce his very Punjabi characteristics into the mix.
Puri has set up “Most Private Investigators Ltd.” and is aided by nick-named employees in his work – there’s FaceCream, Flush, TubeLight, DoorStop and HandBrake all so named for a reason. Then there’s Puri’s wife Rumpi, his mother “Mummyji”, his secretary Elizabeth Rani, the servant boy Sweetu and Puri’s friend “Rinku”. Even Kasliwal has a nickname; Chippy. Puri and his family live in Gurgaon in a “white, four-bedroom Spanish-style villa with orange-tiled awnings, which they’d furnished from top to bottom in Punjabi baroque”. Punjabi baroque indeed – I can quite picture that, LOL !
In describing Puri’s abode, Hall also gives us a brief history of Delhi, it’s surrounding towns, and it’s class structure:
“Little had Puri known that in building a new home in Gurgaon, he had become a trendsetter. His move from Punjabi Bagh coincided with the explosion of India’s service industries in the wake of the liberalization of the economy. In the late 1990s, Gurgaon became Delhi’s southern extension, and was made available for major “development.”
. . .
Concrete superstructures shot up like great splinters of bone forced from the body of the earth. . . . All this was built on the backs of India’s “underprivileged classes,” who were working for slave wages. They had arrived in Gurgaon in their tens of thousands from across the country. But neither the local authorities nor the private contractors provided them with housing, so most had built shacks on the building sites alongside the machinery and the brick factories. Before long, shantytowns of corrugated iron and open sewers spread across an underdeveloped no-man’s-land.”
Puri himself is a mix of the old-fashioned and the new. He wears safari-suits and Sandown caps (he has 14 of them), and sports a moustache. At home, he relaxes in his silk dressing gown, and monogrammed slippers “VP”. He drives around in an ambassador, giving that old beast it’s due “Ambassadors might look old-fashioned and slow, but the latest models had Japanese engines.” Although his blood pressure is up, he loves his Punjabi staples – pakoras. He also thinks that young people have no moral fiber and says as much in a letter to the “Times of India” :
“A fellow is no longer happy serving society. Dharma, duty, has been ejected out the window. Now the average male wants five-star living: Omega watch, Italian hotel food, Duabi holiday, luxury apartment, a fancy girl on the side,” Puri had written. “All of a sudden, young Indians are adopting the habits of goras, white people.”
Tarquin Hall, himself a “gora”, manages to gauge and write about Indian society quite accurately. Even given that Hall has lived in India, his nuanced knowledge of India and it’s customs is impressive. Hall's characters are nicely fleshed out, down to personal details, like the mother-son relationship between the doting (and nosy) Mummyji and Vish. The people in this book have an authentic feel, and Hall even manages to get them to speak in Delhi's "vernacular" English "Everything is all right, though, na ?" His novel is colorful and descriptive, bringing to life Delhi and it’s residents with humorous, but true details:
“And yet the arranged marriage remained sacrosanct. Even among the wealthiest Delhi families, few parents gave their blessings to a “love marriage,” . . . Increasingly Indians living in major towns and cities relied on newspaper ads. The Singlas advertisement in the Indian Express had read as follows:
SOUTH DELHI HIGH STATUS AGRAWAL BUSINESS FAMILY SEEKS ALLIANCE FOR THEIR HOMELY, SLIM, SWEET-NATURED, VEGETARIAN AND CULTURED DAUGHTER. 5’1”. 50 kg. WHEATISH COMPLEXION. MBA FROM USA. NON-MANGLIK. DOB : JULY ’76 (LOOKS MUCH YOUNGER)”
“The Case of the missing servant” was a very enjoyable read.
In tone a little like the "Marriage Bureau for Rich People" books, in this first book in a series we have a nicely told tale of Vish Puri, Punjabi Detective, and his resourceful family and employees. A nice, rich back story with lots of enticing previous cases is
This book was a lot of fun. Hall gives the reader a feeling for life in contemporary India, with the sometimes incomplete and uncomfortable blending of traditional and modern lifestyles. I was impressed by his skill in writing "dialect dialogue" and enjoyed his style of gentle humor. I was sorry to reach the end of this volume and am looking forward to reading Puri's next case.
I received this book as a Goodreads First Read.
A maidservant has gone missing, and a crusading layer has been accused of killing her. Puri sets out to prove the attorney's innocence. (Other more minor cases are also
Puri is called the Punjabi Sherlock Holmes and, although he shares similarities with a number of fictional detectives, he has a charm all his own. He is clever and resourceful but with enough eccentricities and flaws (vanity, boastfulness) to make him both memorable and likeable. He is assisted by a motley crew of investigators, although they are not developed to any great extent.
The author excels at local colour. He describes the sights, sounds and smells of India; the food descriptions alone leave the reader craving Indian food. The author also touches on the country's contemporary problems (e.g. rapid urbanization, outsourcing, caste prejudices, the gap between rich and poor, rampant corruption).
The book is sufficiently suspenseful while also evoking pathos and laughter at times. It is definitely a promising introduction to a literary detective.