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Mystery & Detective Week, Pt 3: Sherlock Holmes in India and Tibet

This is the Third of Three Asia Mystery & Detective Week posts.  Earlier this week we went to Tang Dynasty (618-906) China with Judge Dee, then to Edo Era (1603-1868) & pre-War Japan with Inspector Hanshichi and Detective Akechi, respectively.   Now on to late 19th Century India and Tibet with the inimitable Sherlock Holmes (with a contemporary colleague, Inspector Sartaj Singh of Sacred Games, making an appearance in the Epilog…).  Enjoy.

INDIA:  Sherlock Holmes

  I go back a ways with Sherlock Holmes.  My testimonial to that is set forth in Part 1 of this series as an introduction to this 3-part series, so I won’t belabor it here.  Apparently, Tibetan exile, scholar and author Jamyang Norbu has a long and personal history with Sherlock Holmes, too.  In fact, I know he does.  Norbu’s modern masterpiece (it really is a masterpiece of a kind), The Mandala of Sherlock Holmes (HarperCollins Publishers India, 1999).  Mandala attests to Norbu’s deep respect, knowledge and, indeed, love of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle‘s (1859-1930) iconic sleuth.  The Mandala of Sherlock Holmes is much more than mere fan fiction, it’s a celebration of Holmes done thoroughly, done plausibly, done completely, in sum:  done right  —  meaning across the broad sweep of a stand-alone novel.

Norbu quotes liberally — sometimes with, sometimes without, attribution — from the original Holmes canon.  But even the non-attributed moments and phrases that pepper Mandala stand out to the truest Holmes fans as virtual winks from Norbu to the reader, as if to say, “Did you catch that one?”  To which the true Holmes fan responds in their mind, across time and distance back to Norbu, “Oh, yes.  Good one.  Well played, sir.  Well played!

How Does Sherlock Holmes Get to India in the First Place?

Let’s keep two things in mind from the outset.  First of all, during Sherlock Holmes’ “lost years,” from mid-1891 to 1894, India is the Jewel in the Crown of the British Empire, so it’s entirely plausible for most any middle class British subject to find their way to India.  Second, and to put a finer point on it, Holmes himself tells Watson about his travels to and around South Asia in “The Adventure of the Empty House.”  Let us keep in mind that Watson is shocked to discover Holmes alive and well after an absence of two years during which time Watson and the world had thought Holmes had died — along with Professor Moriarty — in Reichenbach Falls… the cover illustration to this latest printing of Mandala.

Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes in “The Final Problem.”

Here’s part of what Holmes tells Watson in “The Adventure of the Empty House:

I slipped through [Moriarty’s] grip, and he with a horrible scream kicked madly for a few seconds, and clawed the air with both his hands. But for all his efforts he could not get his balance, and over he went. With my face over the brink, I saw him fall for a long way. Then he struck a rock, bounded off, and splashed into the water.  .  .

I had only one confidant — my brother Mycroft. I owe you many apologies, my dear Watson, but it was all-important that it should be thought I was dead, and it is quite certain that you would not have written so convincing an account of my unhappy end had you not yourself thought that it was true. Several times during the last three years I have taken up my pen to write to you, but always I feared lest your affectionate regard for me should tempt you to some indiscretion which would betray my secret. . .                                                                                                                                                                                                As to Mycroft, I had to confide in him in order to obtain the money which I needed. The course of events in London did not run so well as I had hoped, for the trial of the Moriarty gang left two of its most dangerous members, my own most vindictive enemies, at liberty. I travelled for two years in Tibet, therefore, and amused myself by visiting Lhassa, and spending some days with the head lama. You may have read of the remarkable explorations of a Norwegian named Sigerson, but I am sure that it never occurred to you that you were receiving news of your friend. I then passed through Persia, looked in at Mecca . . . .


So that’s how we find Holmes in South Asia in the early 1890s.  It’s from there, more precisely, Malabar Point, Bombay (now Mubai, yes, that’s my photo) that Jamyang Norbu picks up Holmes’ tale.  Holmes nows travels under the pseudonym Sigerson.  And takes up with his Indian Watson (and narrator of the tale), Hurrie Chunder Mookerjee — a Bengali scholar and surveyor employed by The Department, the British Secret Service in India — and they venture across India, into Tibet and on to Lhassa, dodging assassins all the way, until the final, climatic scene. . .  I’ll leave it at that.

Sidney Paget’s Sherlock Holmes. 1891.

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A Few Choice Passages (by narrator Hurrie) from The Mandala of Sherlock Holmes

After two days I managed to rent a small but full-furnished cottage for Mr. Holmes — Runnymeade, near Chota Simla.  The previous occupant had been a notorious poodle-faker, a doyen of the Simla smart-set who, due to a number of causes, including inebriation, fell off his horse nine hundred feet down a ravine, spoiling a patch of Indian corn. . . .


Shiva Temple. Badami, India. 2006.


As I have confessed before, I am an awfully fearful sort of man — which is a serious detriment in my profession — but somehow or the other, the more fearful I become, the more dam’ tight places I get into.                                                                                      Yet fear at least performs the useful function of making one careful.  I had taken a number of precautions to ensure that anyone taking undue interest in our activities would not learn very much.  Even our silent, stealthy departure on this dark morning was one of my attempts to ‘muddy the well of inquiry with the stick of precaution,’ as they would say in Afghanistan.


Narasimha slays the demon. Hoysala Temple. 2006.


The door swung back somewhat, awkwardly on its clumsy wrought-iron hinges.  A shaft of light from the lantern cut through the darkness of the room to reveal a terrifying red face with long white fangs sticking out of a grimacing mouth.  I gave a little start.  Actually, I nearly screamed, but recovered my wits sufficiently — and in the jolly nick of time — to realise that the fearful apparition was nothing but the idol of a yiddam, a wrathful deity of the Lamaist pantheon.  We were obviously in some kind of chapel.  Mr. Holmes did not betray any surprise but kept the lantern shining steadily on the idol.  Then he slowly moved the beam of light across the room, revealing more images of fierce tantric deities, peaceful Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, all disconcertingly life-like in the silence and gloom of the chapel.  The heavy scent of juniper incense contributed to the mystery of the place.


Tears filled my eyes at the realisation that my noble friend was doomed, and with him the Grand Lama and the Lama Yonten; and then, of course, Thibet, that fascinating country to whose study I had devoted these many years of my life.  Was it all to end in this manner?


Holmes back in London. Cheers to J Brett.

Holmes back in London. Cheers to J Brett.


‘Well, Hurree,’ said Sherlock Holmes with a shrug, ‘seeing that we’ve been together so far on this long journey, it would perhaps be amusing — if the worst came to the worst — having to continue together in the hereafter.’


The Final Bow:  Noticing Two Glitches

I like this book.  A lot.  While its journey into mysticism at the end cuts against the grain of the Holmesian canon and Zeitgeist, I figured that Norbu felt like he was going to take his one shot at a large Holmes Project so he might as well go for broke and put his own individual stamp on the the World of Holmes.  I mean, sheesh, in the 1940s we have Holmes battling Nazis long after he would have passed away and there have been time-traveling Holmeses, and, even more heretical, we have “The Seven Percent Solution,” in which we are told that “The Final Problem” and “The Adventure of the Empty House” never even happened, that they were mere fabrications (which allowed author Nicholas Meyer to then construct his alternative narrative of Holmes “lost years” from 1891-94).  So I don’t begrudge Norbu his particular twists, given that his timeline — and place, Tibet — actually fit-in with Doyle’s/Holmes’ original explanation for said “lost years.”

That said, here are my two (admittedly geeky) Findings of Glitch that I cannot bring myself to not mention here.  One concerns an anachronism and one concerns Norbu’s (and his editors’) fouling-up a classic Holmes maxim.

The Taj Mahal Palace & Tower. April 2008.

Anachronism & Architecture:  The Taj Mahal Hotel

In old Bombay, after Holmes disembarks from the ship, the S.S. Kohinoor, he takes up temporary residence at the Taj Mahal Hotel.  This is in late 1891 or early 1892.  The Taj opened in 1903.  I’ve stayed at the Taj (technically, “The Taj Mahal Palace,” and just down from the Taj, and have conducted more than a few meetings there.  It’s a place I know pretty well.  Also, and this is really picking nits:  let’s first go ahead and assume that the Taj itself time-traveled back a dozen years and opened in 1891.  Even if it did, it should be noted that from its (1903) grand opening until well after World War II what people now see as the grand front facade of the Taj, facing Mumbai’s harbor and the Gateway of India, was actually the rear, the back side, of the Taj — for about half of its life the Taj’s front faced west while its rear faced the harbor.  Thus, when our narrator, Hurrie (called “Hurree” by Holmes in Mandala writes, Holmes ran through the corridor and down the narrow staircase, leaving me no alternative but to follow him.  We came out in a rush through the back door into a narrow alley. . .  he gets it wrong.  There was no alley, let alone a “narrow alley” behind the Taj during its first 50+ years. As I’ve admitted, that’s picking nits.

Holmes & Watson. (Brett & Hardwicke)

Botched Line:  Improbable, Impossible

Perhaps the most famous line from the Holmes canon:

We must fall back upon the old axiom that when all other contingencies fail, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Norbu botched it.  I won’t say how.  If you want to find out you’ll have to read Mandala and find out for yourself.  Maybe in later editions the editors fixed it.  Anyway, nobody’s perfect.  A good lesson in and of itself.

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E p i l o g

I’d be remiss in not at least mentioning a local, Indian, detective.  My knowledge of India’s Mystery & Crime Novel genre is as non-existent as other native North American’s.  But I’m fortunate to know (as many around the world know) of Inspector Sartaj Singh, the burned-out Mumbai cop who winds his way in and out of that vast city’s crime world, both petty and organized, in Vikram Chandra’s 2007 epic novel, Sacred Games.  Chandra possesses that rare combination of writing with both attention to detail, moving the narrative along, and making the story crackle with tension as it moves along.

The blurb sums it up well-enough:

A policeman, a criminal overlord, a Bollywood film star, beggars, cultists, spies, and terrorists—the lives of the privileged, the famous, the wretched, and the bloodthirsty interweave with cataclysmic consequences amid the chaos of modern-day Mumbai. . . .

One of the (many) allures of Sacred Games is Chandra’s refusal to patronize his non-Mumbaikar (मुंबईकर) by sanitizing or Westernizing the street-slang and other local dialect/s (except, of course, by having that slang appearing in English, though the books been translated into almost 20 languages).  The extensive glossary at the end of Sacred Games is not only necessary, but makes for fun, PG-17, maybe R, reading in and of itself.  Don’t believe me?  Here’s the online version.

It’s an incredible read and I can’t recommend it highly enough.  Here’s the site for Sacred Games.

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I hope you’ve enjoyed this series.  Please feel free to comment, or to contact me with suggestions for future posts.  Next:  we go back to Japan.  R.R.N.

One parting shot.  Mumbai’s financial district today (or, rather, in 2007 when I took this picture):

Mumbai Financial District. February 2007.


Obama in Mumbai (and more about Mumbai)…

Breaking-down wedding scenery, the day after. Taj Mahal Hotel in background. April '08

= May 2011 Update:  I’ve put up a new Photo Gallery, Images of India.  Also, a Mumbai photo of mine (featured below) was picked by the Illinois Institute of Technology for use in a poster promoting an upcoming “study abroad” trip to India.  Please see/click on this link:  “India Immersion.”  =

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U.S. President Barack Obama will make his first visit to India, and the city of Mumbai, this weekend (November 6, 7, 2010).  While in Mumbai, India’s financial capital, he will meet with business leaders there.  He will also stay at the Taj Mahal hotel, one of the places which, two years ago this month, terrorists from Pakistan attacked and burned and where they killed dozens of innocents.

The Taj Mahal Hotel & Tower. April 2008.

Note:  all photos and videos featured here taken by Richard Newton. Please contact me if you would like to re-use any of them.

Mumbai — formerly “Bombay” — is an energetic, crowded, verdant, upbeat (and sometimes odiferous)  city.  Mumbai offers its residents and visitors both modern restaurants and side street food kiosks, lingering colonial trappings and 21st Century Indian pride, bustling intersections and quiet parks, Hindu Temples, Mosques, Churches and Parsi Agiaries (fire temples for the now-dwindling population of Zoroastrians).  Situated on the Southwest coast of India, looking out on the Arabian Sea, it’s home to almost 14 million people.  Since 2006 I’ve been fortunate to have visited Mumbai four times, though I haven’t been there since 2008.  I’ve stayed at the Taj Mahal hotel.  It was built in 1903 and is the crown jewel of the extremely unique architectural style known as “Bombay Gothic,” a mixture of late-Victorian, early Edwardian, Rajastani forms, and even some Hindu Temple cues.  One story, perhaps apocryphal, goes that its builder, Jamsetji Tata, was denied entrance into “whites only” British hotels of the day, so he just up and decided to build his own, a more beautiful and luxurious “palace” than any in old Bombay.  Note: please see my first Mumbai/India post here at LetsJapan.Wordpress, from July 2009.

A few micro-vids I made in Mumbai:

In front of the Taj Mahal hotel (just to the left) on a Sunday in April 2007

Along the right side of the Taj, with the Gateway just behind, walking towards the Colaba Causeway

Along the Colaba Causeway.  Leopold Cafe sign just visible down the street on the right.

Mumbai's Financial District. February 2007.

The Gateway of India

Directly across from the Taj Mahal hotel is the Gateway of India, constructed (beginning in 1915, completed in 1924) to welcome British royalty and other dignitaries into the Jewel in the British Colonial Crown, India.  Ironically, it was in front of the Gateway in 1947 that the final ceremony ending British rule was held and through the Gateway that the final British soldiers passed to board the dinghies that would take them to the ships that would take them home to Great Britain.  The Gateway is a basalt amalgam of Euro-British “Triumphal Arch” architecture, medieval Gujarati design and form, and various Hindu temple embellishments.  When I was last in Mumbai (in April 2008) the Gateway of India was being renovated and repaired.

Standing in front of the Taj, facing the Gateway of India. April 2008.


While on business in Mumbai in April 2008 I stayed at the Radio Club.  More about the Radio Club later.  It’s just a few minute walk from the Taj, and from the Gateway of India.  Below is the view from just in front of my Radio Club room, looking towards the Gateway of India.  Just past the pool you can see where preparations are just beginning (on the long, stone and concrete pier) for a wedding reception to be held later in the week.

View from Radio Club 3rd Floor. Gateway of India in background.


Indian family enjoying a day off. April 2008.

The Radio Club

The Radio Club (officially:  the Bombay Presidency Radio Club) is a members-only social/sports club, situated at the end of the same street that runs in between the Taj Hotel and the Gateway of India, PJ Ramchandani Marg.  I heard that the main building, with indoor and outdoor dining, meeting rooms, and the like, was built by the British back in the 1920’s as a military listening post, but that may be apocryphal or I may not have heard right.  Many of Old Bombay’s well-heeled business tycoons, and their progeny, are members, but it’s not exactly a luxurious collection of buildings.  Nevertheless, owing to a previous meeting with one of the Radio Club’s long-time past presidents in 2007, I was honored and humbled to be invited to stay in one of its rather austere guest rooms, for a very reasonable per night price, when I was back in Mumbai on business in 2008.  The people there, though titans of Mumbai Industry, are informal, kind and seen as — or more — often with their families as they are looking dour and businessy.  In fact, no one I saw there ever looked dour or businessy.  I was also fortunate to have a beautiful view of the harbor, looking out towards the Gateway of India (see photo above) and the several islands off shore, one of which was the famed Elephanta Islandupon, and in which, you’ll find the ancient Elephanta Caves.  There’s another, smaller island just off shore from the Radio Club, I’m not quite sure where, that according to one of the happiest men I’ve ever met — at the Radio Club or anywhere — is owned by his “beautiful billionaire wife.”  So he said while laughing the laugh of sublime satisfaction and appreciation of his superlative good fortune, as we sat over steaming cups of masala chai one morning on the Radio Club patio.  I don’t think it would be proper to name names in this blog post.  Practical note:  the masala chai at the Taj Hotel is pretty awful, just shockingly overpriced hot English tea with some milk and a few spices thrown in.  The street vendors just a few steps away from the front entrance make the real stuff, from scratch, with pride and keen attention to age-old family recipes, and sell their cups for just a few Rupees each.

Outside of my room at the Radio Club, Mumbai. April 2008.


View out the window of the Taj Hotel's "Business Center." April 2008.

Note regarding photo above: all the masonry is from the plaza surrounding the Gateway of India, being torn up and replaced.

Closer view of the Taj Hotel's roofline. April 2008.

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Mumbai Youngsters. April 2008.


Cooks taking a break and taking a stroll through the wedding reception paradise workmen finished constructing earlier that afternoon. Soon the wedding party and guests will arrive. Radio Club pier, April 2008.


Harbor at sunset. Looking out my Radio Club room window. April 2008.

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