*****Reviewed as I read. No proofreading editing done.
Incomplete thoughts and literary mistakes ahead, proceed with caution*****
I don't really know how big an impact Feluda have on youth of my generation. Globalism has made Sherlock Holmes very popular and all my friends and even older family members know about him. However, I am sure the Bengalis know Feluda and I have heard them refer to him quite some times, even when we were children. So yeah, they have not forgotten about him but his legacy is definitely fading.
However, I feel like Feluda had and still has (although smaller) maintained a cult. Just like Bengalis are immensely proud of Satyajit Ray's movies, they share pride over the fact that their person could produce a substitute for the famous Sherlock Holmes (Byomkesh Bakshi also). Although the target audience is different and of course surrounding culture is contrasting, I couldn't help but compare these stories with Holmes. It was good that Ray had acknowledged the inspiration early on so that he cannot be accused of exactly ripping off.
I am currently away from Bengal and what I miss the most is its culture. How muri was found in every shop, rosgolla, chop, sandesh was present in every few paces. I have a strange yearning of hearing people speak Bengali and me to reply in it. I miss it so much and Feluda gave a taste of Bengal. I am especially amazed at its timelessness. Even though it was written long before I still find the settings to be quite relatable. The stories don't feel old at all.
1. I found it a bit underwhelming and thought the ending was not that thrilling or unexpected. It felt a bit rushed as if the ends were forcefully met together just to have a closure. Also the motive behind the crime was too petty. But all these are easily accepted once we think about the young children it was aimed at. To them it would be no less of a thriller. Also, it was the first Feluda story and Ray had little experience writing detective stories even though he had read a lot.
I love the fact that Feluda hadn't been able to solve his first case. Goes on to show his humble, amateur detective beginning.
The setting strangely reminded me of the sunlight in Daarjeeling and my evening in the Mall. Unfortunately, now it is more crowded. But I hope the benches are kept such that the right one has evening light falling upon it.
2. Great improvement from the 1st story. Feluda's character seems much more credible. That zoo seemed creepy. Makes me want to visit Lucknow, esp. the maze.
3. The Hieroglyphic for a moment took me back to the case of 'Dancing Men'. I was like, "God forbid it, don't let this turn into Feluda version of that story." Thankfully, it was just briefly mentioned as if to pay homage. Twins and detective fictions are old friends.
4. Ok, I hadn't seen the Mr. Bose twist coming. I need to be wary of every single side-char who seemingly plays no role.
5. Sonnar Kella
Now here comes a significant story as it was also adapted to screen. I know the twist now but I am still looking very forward to watching the movie next week to get a taste of Ray's direction and Bengali dialogues.
After reading this, I really, REALLY want to visit the places described in the story esp. since they are so close...
I vow that I will visit them one day. Anyway, I would like to complain that the fraud impersonation trick has been overused by Ray. I would like for him to move on to newer ones.
The story was sprinkled with interesting tidbits about Feluda's though process. Some conversations just stick with me and make me see them in a different light. For example he briefly mentioned how the Rajastani men were stronger because according to him, there was stronger sunlight here and obviously his rendezvous with geometry has to be mentioned.
6.Incident on the Kalka Mail
Another story taking place where I have been to. I sort of want to see Shilma back then, how empty it must have been. Restarted Feluda after a long time and I will finish it this time.
This story gives me an urge to shout "Bommerang" at random moments.
7.Killer in Kailash
I don't remember anything of the ending, all the entanglement and then untangling it. I don't know of any Kulkarni or Ghole. I just remember the feeling of happiness which I got after listening to my forgotten songs while the cool breeze blew into my face. It took away the heaviness of Internet, overthinking, and thoughts of loneliness. Instead it made me rediscover the gift of feeling totally content with oneself. The total integration of mind and body. Then came crashing disappointment of 16 overs. Everything currently has been overshadowed by happiness and exhilaration which this 30 June has brought me. The best ending to a Saturday which is to be remembered for some time now.
Anyway back to the story. I researched abt the questions asked in the beginning of the story. And it seems that some progress has been made since the 1970s.
-Qutab Minar's pillars have not rusted as they were made from 98% wrought iron and I have too much trauma from Engineering Chemistry to revisit the rusting chapters.
-Nazca Lines have also been kind of explained
Idk if the explanations were really not there or Ray just mentioned to make Feluda seem more intellectual.
I had also seen thru Feluda's 2nd disguise. Whenever Lalmohan or Topse is trying to overcompensate by saying how crazy a new person, know in your heart that it is Feluda.
Also, I now need to visit Mumbai and Aurangabad which I until now had assumed, was in UP.
8. Royal Bengal Mystery
The title will give the vibe of it being a mighty big tiger mystery while it turned out to be a story of deceit, forgery and human jealousy to be recognized.
First of all the venue. Happy to say I have traversed the path, even to Bhutan so it is a relief that I don’t have to add another place to my list. Even happier to say that I recently have gone to Jalpaiguri but the experience has been very unpleasant.
No longer it is full of lush trees and canopy cover. In rainy days, it is no longer pleasantly cool. It is instead rampant with portholes, cement and trying to live off unappealing tourism. It is sad to contrast two different times, one which was full of life, characteristics and vibrancy. I am not romanticising a time when tigers roamed free or when shikaries were “legal”. But I miss the time when a place was known for something, when it had some uniqueness within it. Now you get the same packets, mall, brands everywhere in India. I understand the logic of universality too but that doesn’t stop me from missing it.
Anyway, Siliguri was different back then. Those times were masculine, smoky and more authentic(???). That was Bengal. Now it can be any other corner of the world.
Back to plot, I don’t focus much there, just enjoy it as a movie. I am there just to be transported back in time.
9. The Locked Chest
Tbh, longer Feluda stories are better. Has more buildup and seems more realistic. This one right here was just silly. But then I was there for the village scenery not story.
Also I came to know thru this that Mayapur was in Nadia and I was like how didn’t I know that. I had also not heard of Plassey which seems like a British name. I had surely heard of Palash trees enough in my life.
Anyway, all the village description transported me back to area around my old school and the places our driver uncle took us to. We were not lucky enough to witness any sunrise or sundown but I remember the acres of green field. In winters, some fields held some flowers while during harvesting we saw ppl bent over, picking up crops.
The morning dew thing is real and so beautiful. Especially when you see a blade of grass holding that fragile drop of water. That shade of green and texture is so precious. Takes me back to sports days when we stood shivering, fog in the air and all of us laden with layers of clothing which progressively shed as all of us ran. I think that time can compare to morning in this story. Fog gathering below and dissipating as sunlight filtered through.
Plot wise, I would say meh.
10. The Key
The chapter opened with a banger theory. It is for these off topic observations/pseudoscience which Feluda spews self-importantly and traveling, that I am still reading the book.
Happy to say that hitting Feluda took me by surprise. But still that resemblance which was later conveniently dismissed and that melody & name statement didn’t exactly make a good impression.
I have skipped some stories in middle.
Cemetery Story:
A story finally set in Kolkata and I want to go to Park Street now. I mean isn’t it shameful that I have travelled Kolkata properly. I want to see esplanade and cemetery thru my own eyes and track the roads as written in the book.
I really want to go to a cemetery now, maybe I will go here in Bangalore.
How proud I feel to read that all the good publishers were already existing back in the days in the city and even thru the story, I could smell the Victorian era. No other city can possess it.
Also just one more story to go.😭😭
Curse of the Goddess:
Scarcely feels like the last story. It was surprisingly set in Hazaribagh, home to one of my friend’s. However, not enough scenery description was given. Plot wise, this story may have been one of the better ones. Too much here and there.
And with that my India of past tour comes to an end. I have been reading it for 3 years now, after the initial skepticism, I was totally engrossed in it every time I read.
Someone give an uncle like Feluda. 5 stars for sheer nostalgia, despite it being simple and mostly a predictable read. The aura of it overpowers my rational reviewing.