According to me the biggest challenge for an investigative novelist is to keep the readers’ curiosity going while sticking to the plot.
Jhangir Kerawala’s JFK starts on an interesting note with back to back murders happening on the streets of Kolkata. Two people are shot dead with the same gun but are completely unrelated to each other; Ram Prasad Yadav, an old man from UP and Manish, an honest man with a loving family and a fulfilling job. Manish’s best friend Jatin gets involved in the investigation to find out the truth behind these murders. What he comes across is shocking and inhuman.
While the story in interesting it’s the writing that goes haywire and loses its grip. Their are one too many twists like a Bollywood film or you can say a typical Abbas-Mastan genre. The writer tries to put in too many shocks but fails a couple of times. He begins a subplot and ends it abruptly without taking it to its proper conclusion.
The good part is the honesty of the story and the characterization. Neither there’s any glitter or gloss thrown in to create a make-belief world nor the writer tries to play on the rural and poor India too much. The problem is that he tries to comment on a lot of issues and ends up making JFK a mish-mash of Hindi movies+western crime thrillers. Given that JFK is Jhangir Kerawala’s debut book I hope that the next one will be better than this.
Author: Jhangir Kerawala
Publisher: Westland BooksPrice: Pages: 225