I have officially completed the extreme level of the 2010 Global Reading Challenge.
This required me to read 3 books set in different countries of Africa, Asia, Australasia, Europe, North America, South America plus two books set in Antarctica and a wildcard book set in any time or place new to me. Because that wasn’t quite complicated enough I added my own slant that all the books had to be by new-to-me authors.
Participating in this challenge opened my reading up to 21 new authors, many of whom I wouldn’t otherwise have read. For some of them a single exposure will be enough but many will be reappearing on my reading list in the not too distant future. In fact I’ve already read and/or ordered additional titles from several of the terrific authors discovered on my virtual tour around the globe where I met an array of fascinating people and learned a thing or three I didn’t know.
Thanks to Dorte of DJs Krimiblog for conceiving of and hosting the 2010 Global Reading Challenge. It was a hoot and lived up to all aspects of its name and I would encourage you to sign up for the 2011 version of the challenge (in which I am reliably informed you won’t have to read books set in Antarctica to be considered an extremist).
It is 1960 and India has been formally independent from Britain for thirteen years but there is still much uncertainty and unrest in the burgeoning democracy. In Calcutta the local Anglo-Indian community is having a luscious picnic to celebrate a Saint’s day when the body of a young woman is found by Joan D’Silva’s 10 year-old son Errol. Because Errol is too young to give a formal statement it falls to Mrs D’Silva to do so and to appear at the Coroner’s Enquiry. Joan D’Silva is a widower and teacher at the local Catholic school and she is unimpressed with the cursory investigation into the woman’s death by authorities. When the young woman’s friends ask her for help in finding out what really happened to the girl she feels it is her duty to do something.
I found the political and historical backdrop to this book quite fascinating as it’s a time I don’t know a lot about*. Having grown up in one of the most politically apathetic stable countries in the world I like reading about times of change in other countries partly because it’s such a different experience to my own and also because it does tend to provide opportunities to highlight the best, and sadly the worst, of humanity’s traits. Here we see people divided into those who like the security of doing things the way they were done under British rule and those who want the new country to forge its own way and I thought the author did a fine job of showing why both approaches would attract staunch adherents.
I very much enjoyed the characterisation of Joan D’Silva who is a wonderfully strong woman with a sound sense of morality and social justice. She and her son are befriended by Phillip, a new teacher to the school, and he is also a promising character who can be counted on when things get a bit hairy.The rest of the people are not really explored in any depth though there are enough appearances by various archetypes to keep the story interesting. Food plays a significant role in the book in one way or another (there are even delicious sounding recipes on the inside covers) and, as it does in most cultures the world over, proved a very successful plot device for exploring different aspects of society.
On one level the story is quite a light read vaguely reminiscent of a cosy mystery though it never strays into the twee territory. But alongside marriage proposals and lavish parties the investigation draws Joan D’Silva into a world of corruption, racism and brutality and there are some very sad moments and plenty of tension. The book combines an entertaining story with engaging characters and taught me something I didn’t know before and you can’t ask for much more than that.
*Despite having gained a degree in history and politics I find myself woefully ignorant about much of the world’s history and politics which I choose to attribute to the large amount of history and politics in the world rather than the amount of time I spent at the University’s drinking establishments