A brilliant addition to Abir Mukherjee's terrific Captain Sam Wyndham historical series set in the turbulent social and political times of an India struggling to throw off the yoke of British colonial rule in the early 1920s. Here we have a narrative that shifts back and forth in time to 1905, to a younger Sam, a police constable stationed at Whitechapel in London's East End. In 1922, Wyndham is in the grip of an opium addiction that he is finally forced to deal with and on the advice of his doctor, he arrives in Assam seeking treatment at a ashram, run by a Hindu holy man and monks, that is known to have some success in dealing with addictions. Sam knows he is going to have to go through hell and he must succeed, they offer only the one opportunity to kick the habit. At the railway station he is startled when he sees a ghost from his past that surely could not be. It is this that brings back his memories of London and Bessie Drummond, a woman he didn't treat well, attacked and later murdered in a locked room within her own home.
This is a East End with its latest influx of Jewish refugees and immigrants, offending English sensibilities by having the nerve to look like one of them. There is anti-immigrant hysteria, whipped up the press, based on blind prejudice, stereotypes and blatant lies. This part of London is desperately impoverished, with its powerful crime brothers, Martin and Wesley Spiller, that locals live in fear of. Initially, the prime suspect is Bessie's violent brute of a husband, but suspicion goes on to fall on a Jewish suspect. Sam harbours doubts but is unable to prevent a terrible miscarriage of justice. In India, Sam finds himself surrounded by an international group of white men looking to throw off their addictions, including the kind and compassionate Jewish Jacob Adler, suffering from a cancerous tumour. Sam becomes drawn to the beautiful Emily Carter who volunteers at the ashram, the wife of the rich and powerful Ronald Carter, who appears to own everything and the premier person of influence in Jatinga, a leading light of the all white British Jatinga Club. Events lead to the arrival of Sergeant Banerjee, leading a possible murder inquiry in a case that is intertwined and connected with Sam and what happened in London in 1905.
This is a atmospheric, beautifully written historical mystery, with a other worldly location in Jatinga, with its ashram, the shocking raining down of suicide birds, fakirs, a place rumoured to be cursed and evil, abounding with passion and rivalries. The British with their petty hierarchies, hypocrisies, and insistence on segregation from the natives, are determined to put down any resistance to their exploitative and murderous rule. They overflow with their unbearable sense of entitlement, the rock solid certainty in their superiority, racist and abusive with a casual and thoughtless abandon. What makes this addition to the series so good is the character development of Banerjee, he has come along in leaps and bounds, acquiring a much warranted confidence, apparent in how he conducts his inquiry.
Banerjee is now more than strong enough to point out Sam's shortcomings as a real friend, opening Sam's eyes to the fact he is just not as liberal as he thinks, that he fails to stand up for Banerjee, and worse, openly urges him to go easy on the British suspects. Sam seriously underestimates Banerjee, a symbolic micro-echo of the troubling relationship between Britain and India. India is inexorably moving towards independence, personified in a Banerjee turning the tables on Sam, a perceptible shift of power in their relationship. Fantastic read that I highly recommend. Many thanks to Random House Vintage for an ARC.