9 July 2009

Forgotten Book: DEATH IN KASHMIR, M M Kaye

This week's contribution to Pattinase's Friday's Forgotten Books.

There was a time when I was addicted to the books of M M Kaye.
DEATH IN KASHMIR was the first in her Death in.. series.

When young Sarah Parrish takes a skiing vacation to Gulmarg, a resort nestled in the mountains above the fabled Vale of Kashmir, she anticipates an entertaining but uneventful stay. But when she discovers that the deaths of two in her party are the result of foul play, she finds herself entrusted with a mission of unforseen importance. And when she leaves the ski slopes for the Waterwitch, a private houseboat on the placid shores of the Dal Lake near Srinagar, she discovers to her horror that the killer will stop at nothing to prevent Sarah from piecing the puzzle together.

I liked this one in particular because in 1975 I had stayed for a few decadent days in a houseboat on Lake Dal.
They also fitted in with the semi-gothic/romantic crime fiction that I used to read back in those days. They also let me do some vicarious travelling.

The series
1. Death Walked in Kashmir (1953)
aka Death in Kashmir
2. Death Walked in Berlin (1955)
aka Death in Berlin
3. Death Walked in Cyprus (1956)
aka Death in Cyprus
4. Later Than You Think (1958)
aka Death in Kenya
5. The House of Shade (1959)
aka Death in Zanzibar
6. Night on the Island (1960)
aka Death in the Andamans

Some of you will remember the author for other novels though like THE FAR PAVILIONS and THE SHADOW OF THE MOON, romantic fiction tomes set in India.


BooksPlease said...

I tweeted you that I couldn't open your blog but I tried again, this time from google reader, not twitter - and got here!

I remember The Far Pavilions - the book was much better than the film (or was a TV version?)I didn't know about this series - it looks good.

PK the Bookeemonster said...

Oh I have such fond memories of these books. About 15 years ago I had a job in Virginia City, Montana, stage manager of a cabaret show but I had to have the building open in the afternoons for tourists; no one came because it was off the main road a bit. I read these books in a hundred-year old brewery, dark and rainy out and classical music playing on my boom box. Soooo atmospheric. Also read Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead that summer. Glorious and wonderful memories.

pattinase (abbott) said...

I remember these too. Thanks for jogging the old brain.


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