Ah, India. How I long to see you and breath your diesel fumes and eat your greasy pakoras. Mr. Hall's first book about India's Most Private Investigator is another fun read that immerses the reader in India's current swirling hodge-podge of confliting cultures and lifestyles. Hall has created an interesting assortement of characters and a lively, multifaceted plotline. I especially enjoyed the comic, intermission-like interlude where Vish Puri, always calm and collected, has to face his greatest fear.

Perhaps the one aspect of this book which seems to be of lesser quality than the sequal, The Case of the Man Who Died Laughing, is that Hall seems to explain things to a greater, pendantic, extent. However, this may only have been an issue for me because I read this book, the first in the series, after reading the sequal. I would recommend reading them in chronolgical order, and you probably won't experience my same problem. But read them, you should. And while you're at it, get some Indian food to eat. It's the best.