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Swami And His Pursuers

These pacy thrillers put two southern cities on the crime map

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Swami And His Pursuers
The Man Who Wouldn’t Be God
By Shashi Warrier
Speaking Tiger | Pages: 296 | Rs 350
Chain of Custody
By Anita Nair
Harper Black | Pages. 308 | Rs 350

Henning Mankel’s readers would probably know the little town of Ystad in Sweden better than their own backyard. The streets his detective Kurt Wallander chases criminals on, the ATM he goes to, the bars he frequents in the loc­ality all seem like we have been there. Many crime writers, from James Ellroy (the LA Quartet) to P.D. James (many set on the Cornish coast), have made the cities of their detectives a throbbing character. British writer Michael Dibdin in his crime novels brings to life the lesser known cities of Italy, where his hero Aurelio Zen operates. American bestselling author Law­­­rence Block’s private eye, Matt Scudder, roams the city of New York, catching serial killers and arsonists. More recently, Jonathan Kellerman’s protagonist, psychologist Alex Delaware, cle­ans Los Angeles of its psy­­chopaths. Even the tra­­n­­quil, wine-sipping Provence in the south of France is the setting for the suspense books of M.L. Longworth, with suitably titled thr­i­­llers like Death in the Vines.

Bangalore comes alive in Anita Nair’s Ins­p­ector Gowda novels. She is in fine form in Chain of Custody, the second book in the series, where Borei Gowda has to bust a child-trafficking racket. The city is very much part of it—the leads take the police to Majestic bus stand, there is lament on the decay of Jayanagar and of course there is MTR: “Old Bangaloreans like him saw in MTR one of the last links to the past, while the new Bangaloreans, he thought...they came here for the food as much as to be able to mention breezily their visit to MTR”. So true of the old haunts in any city in transition.

The action in Chain of Custody is frenetic, the dialogues sharp, and it has nicely fleshed-out characters.

Chain of Custody is true-blue crime thriller—the action is frenetic, the dialogues sharp, it has a whole range of well-fleshed-out characters, from the married Inspector Gowda, who is in another relationship, to a menacing, crazed kingpin of a child prostitution ring. As Gowda and his team closes in on the villains, Nair doesn’t miss a beat to point towards the many inequities, injustices and inhumanity of a system which is for and of the rich and powerful. Zac O’Yeah’s Mr Majestic series, and now the figure of Inspector Gowda should serve the city of Bangalore well.

Shashi Warrier’s The Man Who Wouldn’t Be God is not strictly detective fiction—the prota­gonist, Bala Kamath, is not a cop or a sleuth but an investigative journalist. Here again, the city where the action takes place, Mangalore (where the author lives), is a key character. It’s written in the first person and Kamath discloses right upfront that he’s an alcoholic. He is also grappling with a loveless marriage and is a loser at work. He is given a final assignment, to do a story on a dubious godman who has committed all the crimes godmen usually commit—amassed illegal wealth, has powerful politicians as his followers and is acc­used of raping a devotee. But as Kamath goes to his ashram and gets to know Swami Sarvananda, he finds it’s all far more complicated than what app­eared at first.

Warrier’s writing is a bit loose, but Swami Sarvananda is well-realised and things happen at a quick nick.

Warrier’s writing is a bit loose, but the character of Swami Sarvananda is int­eresting and things hap­­pen at a quick nick. There are many parallels between real-life godmen, from the north and south of the country, who are implicated in various crimes. The rum-guzzling Kamath is more straightforward and predictable than Inspector Gowda, but he too gets sucked into the action in the ashram and finds himself fighting for his life.

Yes, the detectives have to get more hard-boi­­led (the hard-drinking, dysfunctional, mel­­­­a­­­n­­­­­cholic gumshoe is quite passe now), the plots have to be sharper and the twists more heart-stopping, but the homegrown crime novel is coming of age. That more ser­ious writers are trying out this popular genre is a good sign and who knows, we may soon be giving all those Scandinavian detectives a good chase.

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