Tarquin Hall has burst onto the mystery scene with one of the most charming, vivacious, and entertaining detectives since the great Hercule Poirot himself. Initially noticed only by us Indiphiles, the novels have quickly gained word-of-mouth notoriety and critical acclaim.
Take a break from the cerebral striving of Sayer's Lord Peter and Marsh's Roderick Alleyne. Take a (brief) vacation from the dark, Victorian world of William Monk, and step into modern India at its most chaotic, most charming, and yes, infinitely mysterious, with a humorous twist that will make a fan out of the reader before the binding has barely been cracked open. Vish is aided in his investigations by his jaunty, intelligent secretary, his matter-of-fact but sometimes nagging wife, and a mother-in-law who has an uncanny talent for deducing the plans within the plans of the malefactors.
Unfortunately, it falls to Vish Puri to not only do "what is needful" to solve the crime, but to also reign in the antics of his wife and mother-in-law, and the occasional errant neighbor. Yet the plots are quite clever. The humor in no way detracts from the brain-twister happenings that Puri must unravel before tragedy befalls yet another victim.
The cover art makes it a shame not to buy the binding, unless you have a Kindle Fire, with its vivid color display. (The kindle addition I review here was given as a gift by me to a friend who reads on a Kindle Fire.)
Just one complaint: Write faster, Tarquin! More! More!
A. C. Dittmann