Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
THE first woman to achieve the rank of inspector in the Indian Police Service investigates the discovery of a frozen corpse in the Himalayan foothills, in The Lost Man Of Bombay by Vaseem Khan (Hodder, £16.99).
It’s 1950, and it would be an understatement to say that the idea of a female inspector is not universally popular. Persis Wadia tends to get those cases which are either unlikely to be solved or potentially embarrassing to the powerful — or both. She is, however, an ambitious young officer, unwilling to allow old-fashioned prejudices to stop her building her career.
This traditional-style mystery, complete with red herrings and missed clues, is as atmospheric as you would hope, presenting an arresting and elucidating picture of early post-independence India, as the ideals of revolution bump up against home-grown reaction and the retarding legacy of imperialism.
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Do frozen colonists carry the virus of empire? Why is monstrosity a great way to describe capital? Was God a dustman?
Looking for moral co-ordinates after a tough year for rational political thinking and shared human morality
Timeloop murder, trad family MomBomb, Sicilian crime pages and Craven praise


