A nicely crafted work suffused with nostalgia and served on a thick white Oly Pub plate
Old Calcutta hands will derive pleasure from the loving portraits of Calcutta institutions such as the Dalhousie Institute, the Calcutta Club, Firpo’s and a thinly-veiled Trinca’s. This is Suraiya’s first novel, but her long writing career in journalism and advertising shows in her fine sense of rhythm and her clean, uncluttered prose. If the book has a fault, it is perhaps the overly slow pace and the long chunks of back story dotted here and there, which could have been better integrated into the action. But this book will leave you with a nice feeling, rather like the cosy, smoky fug that envelops you when you walk into a Park Street bar, a taste of a vanished world of crooners and chhota pegs and convertible Standard Heralds. The characters are charming and unpretentious, and Suraiya draws them with care and attention to detail. If all you want is a good slow read for a Sunday afternoon, this is perfect.