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Tarquin Hall

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Tarquin Hall is a British author and journalist who has lived and worked throughout South Asia, the Middle East and Africa. He is the author of The Case of the Missing Servant, dozens of articles, and three works of non-fiction, including the highly acclaimed Salaam Brick Lane, an account of a year spent above a Bangladeshi sweat shop in London’s notorious East End. He is married to Indian-born journalist, Anu Anand. They have a young son and divide their time between London and Delhi.

Average rating: 3.81 · 21,390 ratings · 3,168 reviews · 13 distinct worksSimilar authors
The Case of the Missing Ser...

3.74 avg rating — 8,554 ratings — published 2009 — 44 editions
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The Case of the Man Who Die...

3.76 avg rating — 4,704 ratings — published 2009
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The Case of the Deadly Butt...

3.85 avg rating — 3,809 ratings — published 2012 — 2 editions
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The Case of the Love Comman...

3.94 avg rating — 2,499 ratings — published 2013 — 18 editions
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The Case of the Reincarnate...

4.05 avg rating — 772 ratings — published 2019 — 9 editions
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Salaam Brick Lane: A Year i...

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To The Elephant Graveyard

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The Delhi Detective's Handb...

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Vish Puri E-Sampler

4.08 avg rating — 51 ratings — published 2012 — 3 editions
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Simon & Schuster
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York
NY 10020
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Random House
20 Vauxhall Bridge Road
London
SW1V 2SA
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1 Toronto Street
Toronto, Ontario
M5C 2V6
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Fletcher & Company
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“Sir, with due respect and all, my mummy-ji told me not to speak with strangers,” said Puri, conscious that Naga was now standing directly behind him.”
Tarquin Hall, The Case of the Love Commandos

“These included the top of Mount Everest and up the chief’s rear passage.”
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“per hour. Handbrake knew that he could keep up with the best of them. Ambassadors might look old-fashioned and slow, but the latest models had Japanese engines. But he soon learned to keep it under seventy. Time and again, as his competitors raced up behind him and made their impatience known by the use of their horns and flashing high beams, he grudgingly gave way, pulling into the slow lane among the trucks, tractors and bullock carts. Soon, the lush mustard and sugarcane fields of Haryana gave way to the scrub and desert of Rajasthan. Four hours later, they reached the rocky hills surrounding the Pink City, passing in the shadow of the Amber Fort with its soaring ramparts and towering gatehouse. The road led past the Jal Mahal palace, beached on a sandy lake bed, into Jaipur’s ancient quarter. It was almost noon and the bazaars along the city’s crenellated walls were stirring into life. Beneath faded, dusty awnings, cobblers crouched, sewing sequins and gold thread onto leather slippers with curled-up toes. Spice merchants sat surrounded by heaps of lal mirch, haldi and ground jeera, their colours as clean and sharp as new watercolor paints. Sweets sellers lit the gas under blackened woks of oil and prepared sticky jalebis. Lassi vendors chipped away at great blocks of ice delivered by camel cart. In front of a few of the shops, small boys, who by law should have been at school, swept the pavements, sprinkling them with water to keep down the dust. One dragged a doormat into the road where the wheels of passing vehicles ran over it, doing the job of carpet beaters. Handbrake honked his way through the light traffic as they neared the Ajmeri Gate, watching the faces that passed by his window: skinny bicycle rickshaw drivers, straining against the weight of fat aunties; wild-eyed Rajasthani men with long handlebar moustaches and sun-baked faces almost as bright as their turbans; sinewy peasant women wearing gold nose rings and red glass bangles on their arms; a couple of pink-faced goras straining under their backpacks; a naked sadhu, his body half covered in ash like a caveman. Handbrake turned into the old British Civil Lines, where the roads were wide and straight and the houses and gardens were set well apart. Ajay Kasliwal’s residence was number”
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