MRS A's INDIAN GENTLEMEN is by far the best novel I have read in years. The historical background of the tale leads us back into the year 1943, "as war raged across Europe, Britain's Great Western Railway Works' (GWR) labour force was comprised of a few men too valuable, old or infirm for active service and thousands of recently recruited women. With critical skills in short supply, the British government looked to the empire to provide vital expertise in the run-up to the D-Day invasion. And that is how railway engineer Imtiaz, Billy' Khan, logistics supremo Vincent Rosario and maths prodigy Akaash Ray found themselves in Swindon, lodging with the well-intentioned Mrs A, hilariously navigating bland food, faulty toilet cisterns, secret assignments and a mutual distrust of each other".
And these are the ingredients for a "rollicking tale of misadventure that delightfully portrays what happens when cultures collide". The three Indian gentlemen, with a social Indian background that could not be more different, try to find their place in the community of the GWR, supposed to share their knowledge and expertise about the Indian railway system with their British colleagues who - to their surprise - are not keen at all to receive any advice not to mention orders from foreigners like Billy, Vincent and Akaash. Mistrust is the ruling passion. Some see them as German spies, searching for the weak points in the GWR system. Others suspect them of pushing communist ideology forward to agitate like-minded people in Swindon, Oxford and London to prepare for the grand revolution of the proletariat in Britain. As a consequence, the three chaps can't take a step without being watched at every turn. But they themselves are not totally innocent either and start - although under pressure of a shark named Mr. Curtis, the local chief police officer, to play colleagues and friends off against each other. So, it is getting more and more difficult for Billy, Vincent and Akaash to escape from intrigues, traps and false friendships. And it ends, for our desperate Akaash, with an attempt of suicideing.
But there is a kind of island in stormy waters for our three gentlemen, represented by the house of Mrs. Sally Atkinson (Mrs. A) in No. 23 Ashton St, a two-up, two down mid-terraced Victorian house in the shadow of the Railway Works where they found accommodation during their one year sojourn in Swindon. Looked after and kindly coddled by Mrs. A, they enjoy a bit of love and security allowing them to forget about their homesick and isolation in a society, that is not prepared to really integrate them despite their acknowledged strong contribution to major achievements in the common effort to improve the GWR system. With the time passing, No. 23 Ashton St becomes the centre of vital interest for Billy, Vincent and Akaash when not at work.
From here they reach out to enjoy a bit of private life, searching for female company and sexual adventures thus provoking sometimes hostile reactions followed by desperate frustration. Frequenting a famous pub in Swindon, which still exists, they get in conflict with drunken GIs and the business of a tallyman in the realm of shades. Whatever they try, it turns into bloody disputes and even deadly accidents, following the stringent logic of the tale. At the same time, there are always people ready to help, caring for and about our three chaps from India when the reader expects it the least. The good and the bad in people characterizes the encounters of Billy, Vincent and Akaash with the community of Swindon.
The guiding theme in this brilliant novel is the everlasting value of community, generosity of spirit and humor and kindness, even if we don't like each other! I am absolutely sure that many people will be - like me - enthusiastic about the story of our three Indian gentlemen. Actually, it is not just a story. The author invites us to share with them an important episode of their life abroad, drawing us closer and closer to their cultural background, emotional mindset, fears and hopes. After passing an entire year with them in Swindon, the three Indian chaps are my new friends and Swindon is a place worth living in.
Sigurd Lettow
Karlsruhe
Germany