Friday 25 March 2016

Kiss Miss


"You are jesting ! What has a girl to do with love, who comes out to India? Common sense must tell her that she is here to improve her condition, which will be best effected by securing the most advantageous party that falls in her way."
A Lady
East India Sketchbook


Winter in India was the time for the "fishing fleet" to arrive - young women hoping to find husbands among the men who had come to India to serve the British Raj. And it's Christmas, known by the household servants as Burra Din - the Great Day - or Kiss Miss. There are several young "misses" in Jonathan Prosper's life in Kiss Miss, one of whom he's very fond of. The others are dead.


"There is no doubt it is more difficult in India than at home to obey the command of one's childhood: 'to behave pretty and be a lady.'"
Olivia in India


Monday 14 March 2016

Where Gods Dwell

"Any fool can write a novel but it takes real genius to sell it."
 J. G. Ballard


When I first stayed in Sudder St in Calcutta in 1972, using a rickshaw was the only way to get around. With my strong Australian egalitarian streak it seemed offensive to employ a man in this way. I soon realised that the rickshaw wallahs would be unemployed if no one hired them and that inevitably they got a lot more money from me than the locals. That's how I rationalised it anyway.

We couldn't afford to stay at the Fairlawn Hotel in Sudder Street in those days but we managed to have a drink in the front garden. I did get to stay at the Fairlawn in later years, under the firm guidance of Mrs Violet Smith. People who have stayed at the Fairlawn Hotel might see some resemblance to the establishment run by Mrs Kransky at 15 Lahori Lane. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

From The Statesman, Calcutta, Oct 1902

Saturday 12 March 2016

The Jonathan Prosper Stories


"The private detective of fiction is a fantastic creation who acts and speaks like a real man. He can be completely realistic in every sense but one, that one sense being that in life as we know it such a man would not be a private detective."  Raymond Chandler. Letters

The books are finally published -available online. 
From The Statesman, Calcutta, 1900: