Arjun Raj GaindReseñas

In 1909, Rajpore, Major William Russell, is found dead. As the Maharajah Sikander Singh enjoys solving problems and is bored, he decides to investigate and solve the case. Because Russell turns out to be of bad character there are plenty of suspects to be examined.
The mystery was fair enough but I am not sure there was one character that I liked, with a lot of the British characters to be just cliches. Also there was certainly too much description of places and buildings for my taste which slowed the pace of the book.
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The tale is entertaining enough, but I had quite a few issues with the book. The US spelling is jarring in a context that is so decidedly British. A glossary for the many Anglo-Indian terms is sadly lacking. Having read my fair share of books about the Raj, from Flashman to the Jewel in the Crown, I knew a lot of them, but not all. The style is over-the-top, flowery and piling one metaphor upon the other. The descriptions read like a catalogue for luxury merchandise, the cologne is not simple eau de cologne, but has to be Farina etc. It is riddled with clichés, from the resident gone native, over the stiff-upper-lip murdered resident, to the incompetent native servants and the loyal family retainer.
Finally, there are too many plain mistakes. Having a resident spend four decades on the station from the Mutiny onwards puts him in 1897, not 1904. Geographical distances would not have been measured in kilometres. The French words are usually mis-spelled, etc etc etc. And most disappointing of all: in a book written presumably by an Indian I hoped for an Indian point-of-view on life in a small princely state. Instead we get the same arrogance and prejudice the British displayed. Okay, so he was educated at Eton and Oxford, but at the time this is set, wouldn’t he have met with serious racism and picked up a healthy skepticism of the superiority of the white race? In fact, he is treated with disdain on the occasion of a visit to the club, and demonstrates the same submission and kow-towing he berates his own subjects for. Not to mention a truly ludicrous solution to the case. To say more would be spoilering, but it is truly inept½

King George V, Emperor of India, is about to arrive in Delhi for his very public coronation. The who's who of Indian society, Maharajahs and princes, and members of the British Raj, have arrived in their thousands. The Maharajahs and princes have set up pavilions and courts, all designed to show how rich and influential they are.

And in the middle of it all, in the King's own pavilion, an Indian dancer is found murdered. The King is due to arrive within 48 hours and Sikander Singh, Maharajah of Rajpore, who would much rather be a detective than a Maharajah, is asked by the Viceroy, to solve the mystery.

Blending fictitious with actual characters, the author presents us with a panoply of suspects, and authentic historical detail on a grand scale. I was impressed above all by the amount of research that must have gone into the writing of this book. The overall effect is sumptuous beyond measure.

If historical India is your "thing", then you will enjoy this.½

Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for providing me a copy of the book to review.
This is a historical murder mystery set during the time of the Raj when the British were in control of India.
The King of England, George V, who is also Emperor of India, is visiting India. He is the first British king to do so. Huge celebrations have been scheduled to mark the visit and all the Indian maharajas have come to Delhi to pay homage to the king. The Durbar is a lavish tent city which has been constructed for them. Shortly before the king's arrival the body of a native dancer is found hanging near the king's quarters in the Durbar.
Sakinder Singh, the Maharaja of Raypole, is well known among the British ruling class and his peer maharajas for being a curious busybody. He is therefore assigned the task of solving the murder mystery, but has only a couple of days before the arrival of the king to do it. His trusty manservant is there to assist him, but he is saddled with a British army officer to supposedly keep an eye on him.
There is no shortage of suspects. It seems the dancer had many visitors during the days before her death -- someone actually maintained a list of them. As Sakinder goes about interviewing those on the list, even more visitors are discovered and questioned. Several of these visitors are unpleasant or just plain nasty people but Sakinder thinks none of them is the killer. Finally, a chance discovery provides the missing clue to Sakinder.
Sakinder is the star of the show -- he's a unique mixture of tradition and modern man. Similarly, there's an ambivalence about the British rule. The one nationalist character is a power-hungry weasel, while the British characters (except for a gang of young nobles) are cast in a generally favourable light. The story is set in 1911, when British power was at its height and the old order was yet to be swept aside by World War 1. It's a snapshot of the times.
Among the British there is an arrogance towards the Indians. The book portrays the class distinctions prevalent in both Indian and British society. Among the maharajas there is distinction between a thirteen gun maharaja and a seventeen gun one; that's based on the number of guns in the salute they are given at events. There's similar distinctions among the various regiments of the British army: the Coldstream Guards outrank the Black Watch.
This is the second book in what I hope becomes a series.
Recommended.

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(I had to look up Dunbar. According to Wikipedia, “ A Dunbar was an Indian imperial style mass assembly organised by the British at Coronation Park, Delhi India, to mark the succession of an Emperor or Empress of India.)

Sikander Singh, the Maharajah of Rajpore, is back in his second mystery set during the British Raj. The year is 1911 and a Dunbar to celebrate the coronation of George V is being held. The king will be in attendance in his position as Emperor of India.
Unfortunately, two days before his arrival, the body of a murdered nautch dancer is discovered hanging from a rafter in the royal quarters, Lord Hardinge, the Viceroy himself, asks Sikander to investigate the crime and find a solution within 36 hours. He will be aided, or maybe dogged, by a captain of the Coldstream Guards Arthur Campbell. Sikander agrees to help because his main joy in life is solving crimes. He also has a more personal reason. He knew the beautiful young dancer because when her mother was murdered twelve year ago Sikander was unsuccessful in identifying the murderer.

The only lead is a list of visitors to the dancer’s quarters the day of her murder. As Sikander interviews each one, he seems to draw a blank. There are plenty of likely candidates; sadistic maharajahs, jealous lovers, spoiled scions of British nobility, individuals trying to save her soul. Yet all have alibis and time is running out. Plus Sikander himself seems to be a target because more than one person has warned him off the investigation.

Even more interesting than the mystery are the descriptions of the pageantry and excesses of the Dunbar. I particularly enjoyed the history of the great Indian families. The author gives the lineage of each suspect and how his family came to hold the power in their state. It may be filler, but it is filler of the best kind, entertaining and informative. Indian society, as in the first book, is juxtapositioned with British society and again the point is made that even a boorish English sergeant considers himself superior to an Oxbridge-educated maharajah merely because he is white. There is class prejudice on all levels.

I look forward to the next book with Maharajah Singh and I hope there are many more.

Crime fiction set in the declining years of the British Raj in India, but very much from an Indian point of view. There are characters in here who illustrate the very worst, and most corrupt elements, of the administration. The British have survived the Indian Mutiny (1857) and, convinced of their racial superiority, will survive for another four decades until 1947. Administration in Rajpore in the Punjab in 1909 is a precarious division of power between the Maharajah and the British Resident, found dead in his bed behind a locked door.

Nearly all of those we meet in the British administration are incompetent or corrupt, but are they murderers? For Sikander Singh this is a splendid opportunity to exercise his detection skills, and there seem to be no lack of suspects. His position as Maharajah allows him through doors that other Indians would not be able to access, but even then there are impenetrable barriers.

The structure of the novel is based on best Golden Age crime fiction, with a maze of plot threads, and a plethora of red herrings. As this novel is intended to be first in a trilogy, there is a lot of what I would term "background material", which sometimes is a bit tedious, but it paints a rich picture of the times and the setting. The character of the Maharajah is well developed.

At the end the Maharajah holds a Poirot-like denouement in which the major suspects are dismissed one by one.

A good, interesting, read.

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A Very Pukka Murder is a take on the classic mysteries of the Golden Age. It’s all about the puzzle with the amateur sleuth uncovering the clues, following the trail of red herrings, and finally revealing all to the suspects in the drawing room/dining room/train car. However, this 21st century historical mystery set in 1909 has a unique twist. The location is the Raj in India and the sleuth is none other than the Maharaja of Rajpore Sikander Singh.

Sikander, the absolute ruler of his kingdom, is a Renaissance man, educated in the finest English schools, a connoisseur of the finest wines, an accomplished pianist and art collector. He also has an analytical mind which draws him to puzzles and he exercises his abilities with the most challenging puzzles, the solving of murders. To hone his natural skills he has studied the emerging field of criminology with the finest French criminologists and has become an expert in all types of poisons.

This does not endear him to the British enclave in Rajpore who consider themselves innately superior to the Maharaja because they are white. When Sikander decides to involve himself in solving the murder of the highest British official in his capitol he is met with opposition, derision, and downright racism at all levels of the colonial society. He endures veiled and blatant insults during his investigation from stupid young lieutenants all the way up to the Magistrate. The British want a swift, painless solution: if suicide does not work then the culprit must have been one of Major Russell’s servants who did the despicable man in.

Sikander, quite aware of his superiority on all levels, manages, most of the time, to dismiss the ignorant biases of the occupiers. Only a few times does he let their actions get under his skin. He is a fascinating man because he has his own flaws; he drinks too much and insults his staff even though the insults seem to be more affection than ire. In the end, with a very satisfying conclusion to the murder, he asserts his position, shows compassion to some individuals, and utterly destroys others.

This novel is the first of a trilogy. Besides being a very good mystery, it shows the Raj from the Indian point of view. I am looking forward to the remaining books.