Saturday, January 22, 2011

Colonel Samagra Vol II

The volume starts with Patal Khandyok when Colonel Niladri Sarkar is requested to find the truth behind the death of a young man reportedly killed by a pet leopard in Kanjola district. As the aged sleuth starts investigating the case digs up sinful past and deadbodies but the Colonel had to wait for the ultimate solution as the puzzling events are ultimately solved, not by the detective, but in the note of a criminal. Sundar Bibhishika involves Jayanta in a grim position with a deadbody and though the climax is good but the plot seemed to be unrealistically complicated. Macbether Daini is a nice relief after the not-so-good first two and ends with a final twist that leaves the reader in awe at the solution so peculiar but convincing. Swarger Bahan starts with an inkling of excitement as it speaks of graveyards and an yester year murder of relative to the royal lineage of Jahanabad but the excitement dies away soon but interest remains till the final chapters. The next Bigraha Rahasya starts with a hallucinating elder, a strange mystery and a gentle pace but quickly paces up from the middle onwards. Danielkuthir Hatyarahasya is on the other hand a straight forward case and the interesting point in this story is the style of narration which, in the absence of Jayanta throughout, is narrated by one of the individuals in the case for the first half and from a third person's perspective in the later chapters. The final, Kakcharitra is probably the most praiseworthy which, though seemed a bit quick near the end, but the ingenuity of the author is felt at the smartly crafted episodes.

Friday, January 21, 2011

The Red Thumb Mark

I’d read about Dr. Thorndyke in one of the Bengali translations - most probably by Hemendra Kumar Roy, at an very early age, but had remembered the distinct class of the style which was a kind of reverse detection and Richard Austin Freeman, the creator seemed to have pioneered it. Though I love mystery stories of the straight type but as I aged, this had still lingered in my memories as was evident when I came across one of his collections from the cyber world. Soon after this, I also found this novel. I’m glad that this was a type of straight detective novels where the perpetrator of crime was unveiled at the very last. Slightly monotonous at places but gradually racing to its climax, the criminal was obvious from the middle. Infact it was so obvious that I started to doubt the innocent persons as to be the evils. But having said that it must also be said that this obviousness to the villain does not, in any way, diminish the beauty of the story as the technique of the crime, when explained, as well as certain other technical aspects gives much food for thought and the mystery evolves not in the actual crime but the way it was committed. Finally, it must also be said that the old Victorian touch to the story offers a relief from the current mystery stories that are more adventurous than brainstorming.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Gorosthane Sabdhan!

Feluda returns this year with a hint of nostalgia as the mystery he is about to solve is in the city of joy. Alas, the year is advanced to 2010 and with hi tech gadgets like the mobile and the www, Feluda’s research work seems easier enough. Also at times the Feluda like observations apparently lacks in edge but truly speaking, this seems to be Sandip Ray’s best venture with the trio as the calm and composed Sabysachi apparently strikes the best impression in this adventure. He is accompanied by the new Topshe in Saheb Bhatacharya whose age and looks are by far the best and most noticeably offers the more apt chemistry with Bivu Bhattacharya’s characterization of Lalmohanbabu. But having said these, it must also be mentioned that Bhattacharya is gradually becoming unbearable since appearing as Lalmohanbabu for the fourth time in a row he should have improved more.

This adventure, in search of Perigal Repeater - don’t ask me what it is, as it’s part of the mystery – takes Feluda to the Gorosthan (the Park Street cemetery). Or shall we say that his hunts in the Gorosthan led him to the deep rooted mystery. Yes, the mystery was surely deep rooted as it dates back to eighteenth century when a British named Thomas Godwin settled in Calcutta. With him came the precious Perigal Repeater. Now it seems, evil collectors were after it and it’s up to Feluda to save the day. But most mysteriously it was not the primary motivation. Feluda, on his own, had started investigating the cause of a reported accident in Gorosthan when his instincts drove him to further his searches.

The viewers are next led through a maze of complex characters and a thrilling ride through the Victorian remains of the city. Starting from séances and old chests the mystery spreads its knotty hues among academicians, gamblers, antique collectors and of course the private investigator Pradosh C. Mitter.

Sashanka Palit’s cinematography is excellent as are the shot compositions but if Sandip Ray’s style of story telling may be changed a bit to keep the mystery shrouded till the very end, the excitement could have been much more intense. Produced by Mou Roychoudhury, the team could have been more selective of the casting. While some, specially Tinu Anand blended into his role perfectly but contrastingly that of Subhashish Mukherjee failed to draw appreciation. Dhritiman Chatterjee was good during the start but at the final scenes his overacting was too much for the character. Dwijen Bandyopadhyay in his short appearance provided a wonderful relief that was so absent in Bivu’s entire performance. Infact, after viewing this, my opinion is the next Lalmohanbabu might be selected from Haradhan Bannerjee and Dwijen Bandyopadhyay. But surely one of the best performances come from Sabyasachi who seemed more relaxed in this role and though whispers about him gaining weight seemed going against his Feluda image but his acting reflected the sharp intellect much more than any other previous ventures.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Jabar Khabar

Preface to My First Documented Nonsense Composition It all started with a modest request from my little sis-in-law, an excellent elocutionist that I've come across. On one of the innumerable functions that she had been invited in this small age, she wanted to recite something other than the regular serious poems. Gradually as her request turned to more than an affectionate insistence I saw no way but to jot down the first things that came to my mind based on her hint that the subject should be in the form of a comic news reportage!

Friday, October 08, 2010

Omerta

Omerta - the code of silence and of honour among the Sicilian Mafia seems to rule at large when the retiring Don Raymonde Aprile is shot in the USA. The FBI and the police department seems clueless about the murder but the motive seems not so difficult to guess. It was the Aprile banks that seemed to be the aim of the perpetrators. Aprile's foster son, Astorre Viola, to protect the Aprile family and banks, silently took charge of the situation and started vengeance in the traditional Mafia style. It took him across the deceptive path of politics and the corruption in the security departments and in the process some hideous truth came to fore. But silence reigned supreme as Astorre Viola, keeping a low profile, struck blow after blow to the heart of the enemies. But secrets from his past could not be hidden and soon he was to know his heritage. Whom to believe and whom to not, seemed a tricky decision and can he meet the ferocity of the rivals seemed to haunt his near ones. Deception and corruption went hand in hand as Omerta prevailed everywhere as the murders piled up.
The book is written in the old style of the Godfather but lost its touch when it came to the climactic ending which seemed a snippet from a Hollywood action piece. When I'd read it years before it seemed fantastic, but when I again went through this time the magic was lost. Godfather will always be a legendary piece whereas this is good but could have been better.