Tarquin Hall Livres

A gritty, hilarious and often touching memoir of a year spent living in the immigrant melting pot of London's East End.

The wonderful fourth outing for Delhi detective Vish Puri ('the Indian Hercule Poirot' Financial Times). When India's Love Commandos rescue a young woman from a high-caste family who has been forbidden from marrying an untouchable, she looks set to live happily ever after with the man she truly loves. But just hours before the wedding, her boyfriend, Ram, is abducted. Has his would-be father-in-law made good on his promise and done away with him? It falls to Vish Puri to find out. Unfortunately, he's not having a good month. He can't locate a haul of stolen jewellery. He's been pickpocketed. And the only person who can get his wallet back is his interfering Mummy-ji. Things only get worse when he discovers that his arch-rival, Hari Kumar, is also trying to locate the abducted boy - as is a genetics research institute exploiting illiterate villagers. To find Ram first, Puri and his team must travel into the badlands of rural India where the local politics are shaped by millennia-old caste prejudices. 'If Mma Ramotswe is an African Marple, Vish Puri is an Indian Poirot' Financial Times 'A joy to read' The Times

Vish Puri is as fond of butter chicken as the next Punjabi.The answers seem to lie in Surat, the diamond cutting and polishing capital of the world (where Puri's chief undercover operative Tubelight meets his match) and across the border in Pakistan, Puri's nemesis, the one country where he has sworn never to set foot.

A client claiming she was murdered in a past life is a novel dilemma even for Vish Puri, India's Most Private Investigator.When a young woman comes forward saying she's the reincarnation of Riya Kaur, a wife and mother who vanished during the bloody 1984 anti-Sikh riots, Puri is dismissive. He's busy enough dealing with an irate matrimonial client whose daughter is complaining about her groom's thunderous snoring. Puri's indomitable Mummy-ji however is adamant the client is genuine. How else could she so accurately describe under hypnosis Riya Kaur's life and final hours? Driven by a sense of duty - the original case was his late father's - Puri manages to acquire the police file only to find that someone powerful has orchestrated a cover-up. Forced into an alliance with his mother that tests his beliefs and high blood pressure as never before, it's only by delving into the past the help of his reincarnated client that Puri can hope to unlock the truth.

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 centres 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.

Early one morning, on the lawns of a grand boulevard in central Delhi, a group of professionals are attending their therapeutic Laughing Club when a 20-foot apparition of the Goddess Kali apppears, and strikes one of their number dead.The goddess disappears without trace, and soon news of the crime has all India agog.

Tarquin Hall, Journalist, erlebte Indien auf ungewöhnliche Weise, indem er an der Suche nach einem entlaufenen Elefanten teilnahm. Seine Erlebnisse gewähren faszinierende Einblicke in das Land und die besondere Beziehung der Menschen zu den sensiblen Dickhäutern.

Eine Liebeserklärung an die Dickhäuter Indiens! Ein Arbeitselefant im Nordosten Indiens wird von seinem Besitzer grausam gequält, bricht aus und tötet auf seiner Flucht Dutzende von Menschen. Der britische Journalist Tarquin Hall nahm an der Jagd auf die unglückliche Kreatur teil, auf der er viel über Indien, seine Menschen, seine Kultur und Religion und vor allem über seine geheimnisvollen Elefanten erfuhr. Er wird Zeuge der großen Achtung und Liebe, mit der die Menschen diesen Tieren begegnen, und gerät immer mehr in den Bann dieses fremdartigen Landes. Ein faszinierendes Buch über Indien voller spannender und skurriler Begebenheiten und einem guten Schuss Humor. „Spannender als jeder fiktive Krimi und lehrreicher als jeder Indien-Reiseführer.“ Gala „Ein Meisterwerk voller spannender Szenen und überraschender Plots. Glückwunsch an Hall, denn er hat ein Buch geschrieben, das Humor und Abenteuer verspricht und sein Versprechen hält.“ Spectator