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And when I say There are a certain class of books in which nothing really happens for three hundred pages, but the reader enjoys the read because the characters are so friendly, the setting so cozy, and the writing so easy.Poor girls get mistaken for rich Bollywood stars, slum-dwellers become instantly rich and then lose it all. People fall in love with the relatives of people who killed their own relatives. Swarup inserts any connection between two people, no matter how contrived or far-fetched, which will set up the plot.It's as melodramatic as any opera. Never have villains been so villainous, nor girl-victims been quite so piteous. While I enjoy foreign settings, and am fond of India especially, Swarup's one American character was so ridiculously stereotyped and stupid, and annoying, peppering his every sentence with aphorisms and simlies until I ground my teeth in irritation that it made me doubt his other characters were any more realistically drawn.I don't know enough about India to know if the other five main characters are also caricatures, but I suspect that they are. The author this novel reminded me most of was Carl Hiassen. Hiassen also has over-the-top plots, each twist more ridiculous than the past, but Hiassen seems plausible compared to Swarup's tale. Any one single aspect of this book's plot could provide the core of a movie poor boy finds briefcase full of cash, native comes to the big city to find a lost treasure, man must avenge his brother's death in order to marry his widowed sister-in-law but in SIX SUSPECTS the plots are heaped one on top of the other.I could have dealt with the over-the-top melodrama more if the novel didn't take itself so seriously. I would have preferred, having spent pages with cardboard characters, if they had over-the-top sappy happy endings to go with their oversized plots. I could also have done without the chapter which consisted almost entirely of a phone conversation. Since all the characters speak in the first person, and there are so many people to keep straight, it took me a while at the beginning of each chapter to figure out which one was speaking.I strongly suspect that I am not the ideal reader for this, that it has, in fact, been written for Indians rather than Americans the cringe-worthy "Larry Page" character is my main proof but it hit an uncomfortable middle. I found it too political and gruesome to be a comedy, but too ridiculously contrived to be taken seriously.View 1 comment. Sep 05, K. Charles added it Shelves: detective , contemporary , indian. This is my pb edition, the Goodreads blurb has been altered as well you might hope. Other than that. Nice idea, patchy execution. The "India shown in a series of different lives of characters who turn out to intersect" thing isn't super original but there's plenty of space for good treatment of it. This wasn't really. In part because the stories all seemed to be from different books.There's a magical realist satire of a guy possessed by Gandhi, a gritty gangster type tale, a tragedy of dispossessed and discarded underclass, a Bollywood actress in a Bollywood plot, and a spectacularly poor effort at a caricature of the American Abroad. It didn't add up. It didn't really work for me as satire or as realism because I found the tone too uneven--I'm here for tragicomedy but I think once it's caricature you do lose the emotional weight.Shelves: fiction , international-flavour , mystery. The Plot: Vicky Rai is the playboy son of a corrupt Indian bureaucrat - he's also newly acquitted from a murder he was clearly guilty for, a verdict that has the entire country of India up in arms.When Vicky throws a party to celebrate his freedom, he's subsequently murdered - and a motley crue of 6 suspects are taken into custody for possessing guns. A deeply dedicated investigative journalist concedes he will do what it takes to uncover the murderer of Vicky - not because Vicky himself is particularly important or deserving within the story and to the reader but because Vicky Rai represents all that is wrong within the Indian justice system.From there, Swarup divides each section of his book background, motives, evidence, aftermath into six stories written in six unique styles surrounding the six suspects.The stories are as diverse as following a tribal man on a spirit quest to a Bollywood sex symbol to a backwoods American seeking his mail order bride, while the styles range from diary entries to omniscient third-person to written almost entirely in dialogue. Its main strength lies in the focus on the murder suspects over the crime and victim, which are really incidental in the exploration of how someone can be driven to murder or is really just in the wrong place at the wrong time.Indeed, as the book lays out in its first few pages and resolves in its conclusion, the story is never really about Vicky Rai so much as India as a whole and the corruption that runs rampant in all systems that exist there. It was also fun to get into these six different stories - some were more successful than others - and I learned to appreciate them all at one point or another. Knowing that they'd end up Vicky's party as murder suspects, you spent a lot of each story being like "How is this ever going to happen?I think some people might be turned off by some of the style variations in the book, but I felt it was fascinating to see the challenge laid before Swarup - this is an ambitious book and I felt like it mostly succeeded. The book often reminded me of the film Babel in its circular nature, and provided plenty of "Ah-ha! I suppose others might be overwhelmed by the integration of Indian culture in this book - if you've never read a book set in India I can definitely see this story as more challenging to grasp A lot.The Bottom Line: A fun book on many levels - writing style, character development, guessing games - that ends with a surprisingly poignant message. Anything Memorable: Nope. Sep 30, Anissa rated it it was ok Recommends it for: skip this one entirely. Shelves: cultural , , contemporary-fiction. You know you're in trouble when the murder mystery couldn't save it. The summary drew me in but sadly this did not ultimately deliver. There's a murder and six suspects who had motive and opportunity so the fun is in the teasing out the threads and following the leads to figure out whodunnit.I feel that the story lost its way at the suspects pov level and everything that sprang from that was tainted. To be fair, I did enjoy a few of the suspects' narration but cannot forgive the thoroughly unbe You know you're in trouble when the murder mystery couldn't save it.To be fair, I did enjoy a few of the suspects' narration but cannot forgive the thoroughly unbelievable mess that was the sole American. Even if everything else had been perfect, he was so glaringly off, his existence would have thrown me out of the story and cost this a couple of stars.As it happens, he wasn't the only problem and by the time I'd arrived at the end which was both preachy and a let down , I didn't feel like I'd read the book I was told this was. At least it was over. I love books that can take me to a place and through a wide cast of characters either closely or tenuously connected to one another, provide an immersive, cohesive and satisfying story.Read that. Skip this. Six suspects Vikas Swarup set in a funky contemporary India it's a murder mystery kind of built around seemingly random events. It has characters that are weird and over the top, self absorbed, pretentious, ignorant, mixedup, scheming liars, your just normal balanced citizens. So they have a chapter each and they are the movie star, cowboy, politician, thief, guru, bum Oh wel Six suspects Vikas Swarup set in a funky contemporary India it's a murder mystery kind of built around seemingly random events.Oh well they all like moths to light end up at the same extravagant party of the victim a very wealthy dangerous murderer. Our six suspects all have motive they all have guns and all seriously are the would be culprits this was absorbing a lot of fun working it all out.The giggle factor is very high in this. An alluded to statement of society well maybe. Portrays Indian society some of its nitty gritty ins and out of Indian street life weirdly enjoyable Oh Dear Gods, why did I finish this book? My biggest problem with Vikas Swarup's first book was that the characters were underdeveloped and it felt like I was reading the novel adaptation of Slumdog Millionaire rather than the book that spawned the movie.My problem with this book was almost the exact opposite. The characters were over developed, but not in a good way. The description of them felt repetitive. The entire first section of the novel was completely unnecessary to any of the story line Oh Dear Gods, why did I finish this book?The entire first section of the novel was completely unnecessary to any of the story lines. Damn, Vikas, find yourself a better bloody editor. I cared about exactly zero of these character. I cared exactly zero percent who killed the politician's son. It was bad, and it never fucking ended.View 2 comments. Vivek 'Vicky' Rai is a crook, a businessman and the son of the Home Minister of Uttar Pradesh - he is labelled the "poster boy for sleaze" by journalist Arun Advani and his crimes range from fraud to murder. When Rai is aquitted on a high profile murder charge, he decides to have a big party to celebrate. During the evening he is murdered and there are a whole host of people who would have been happy to see him dead.It is a weapon of the brave. Before the sentence can be completed, the rear door of the auditorium bursts open and a bearded man wearing loose white kurta pyjamas storms into the hall. His long black hair is in disarray and his eyes shine with unnatural brightness.He rushes towards the stage, chased by a couple of policemen wielding sticks. Aghori Baba turns silent in the face of this sudden intrusion. Bapu is our legacy.The protestor takes no notice of him. He inserts a hand inside his kurta and produces a black revolver. Gripping it tightly, he points it at Aghori Baba. Veer Bedi swallows hard and hastily retreats into the wings. The policemen appear to be immobilized. The audience is in a stupor. But you are desecrating his soul. The sound of gunfire crashes through the hall like a giant wave.Pandemonium erupts in the auditorium. Screams cascade down the aisles as people rush frantically towards the exit.She tries valiantly to retrieve her handbag, but is sucked into the crowd which surges like an angry river towards the door.Mohan Kumar, still sitting in his chair feeling dazed and lost, senses something graze his face. It is soft, like a ball of cotton, yet slimy, like the underside of a snake. But before his lips have closed, the foreign object has insinuated itself into his mouth at lightning speed. He gulps and senses it sliding down his throat, leaving a bitter residue on his tongue, like the uncomfortable aftertaste of swallowing an insect. He spits a couple of times, trying to get rid of the bitterness in his mouth.There is a mild flutter in his heart, a tremor of protest, and suddenly his body is on fire. A pulsing, throbbing energy crackles through him, from his brain all the way to his feet. It has no fixed centre, yet it sweeps everything into a vortex, boring deeper and deeper to the very core of his being. He convulses violently, as though in the grip of a frenzy. And then the pain begins. He experiences a heavy blow on his head, a blunt needle being plunged into his heart, and large hands groping his chest, mangling his guts.The pain is so excruciating, he thinks he will die. He screams in agony and terror, but the sound is washed out by the din in the hall. A blur of motion is all he sees, as people scream and fall, tripping over each other. And then he blacks out. When he opens his eyes, the hall is silent and empty.The wooden floor is littered with shoes, sneakers, sandals and high heels, and someone is tapping his shoulder. He turns around to see a policeman with a stick looking at him intently. He opens his mouth, but finds it difficult to speak. He feels fingers squeezing his larynx, remoulding his vocal cords, shackling his words. The constable raises his baton. This is no time for jokes. What is your name? I am Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi.The last thing he hears before losing consciousness again is the wail of a police siren. For one, you have to look gorgeous all the time. You cannot fart, you cannot spit and you dare not yawn. Otherwise the next thing you know, your big fat wide-open mouth will be staring at you from the glossy pages of Maxim or Stardust. Then, you cannot go anywhere without a horde at your heels. But the worst thing about being a famous actress is that you get conned into answering the most incredible questions.Take, for example, what happened yesterday on the return flight from London. I had just entered the first-class cabin of the Air India , wearing my latest bottle-green Versace jacket over denim jeans with a studded belt and dark Dior glasses.I settled down in my seat — 1A, as always — and draped my Louis Vuitton crocodile-skin handbag on the seat next to me — 1B, vacant as usual. Ever since that unfortunate incident on the flight to Dubai with the drunken passenger who tried to paw me, I get my producers to reserve and pay for two first-class seats, one for me and the other for my privacy.I kicked off my Blahniks, took out my iPod, adjusted the ear plugs and relaxed. I have discovered that sitting with my ears plugged is the best way to keep pesky fans and autograph-hunting air hostesses and pilots at bay. The ear plugs allow me to observe my environment, while absolving me of the need to respond to it.So there I was, immersed in my private digital ecosystem, when in walked the air hostess with another woman and a little boy in tow. Open navigation menu. Close suggestions Search Search. User Settings. Skip carousel. Carousel Previous. Carousel Next. What is Scribd? Cancel anytime. Start your free 30 days Read preview. Publisher: Macmillan Publishers. Released: Jul 7,  ISBN:  Format: Book. About the author VS. Read more.Related Books. Related categories Skip carousel. Police Procedural. All I can tell my readers at this point in time is — watch this space.He stares at him blankly. Who are you? Start your free 30 days. Reviews What people think about Six Suspects 3. Rate as 1 out of 5, I didn't like it at all.Rate as 2 out of 5, I didn't like it that much. Rate as 3 out of 5, I thought it was OK. Rate as 4 out of 5, I liked it. Rate as 5 out of 5, I loved it.Rating: 0 out of 5 stars. Write a review optional. Reader reviews unishta. Summary: Vicky Rai, the son of a high-profile Minister, has been shot dead by one of the guests at his own party.They are a glitzy bunch, but among them the police find six strange, displaced characters with a gun in their possession. India's wiliest investigative journalist, Arun Advani, makes it his mission to nail the murderer. In doing so, the amazing, tender and touching, techni-colour lives of six eccentric personalities unravel before our eyes.India is just so multifaceted, that it takes at least six very different windows to get a glimpse of its diversity. Easy to read and to follow even if it is somewhat disturbing in its malevolence too. The story is about six people who are suspects for the murder of Vicky Rai, a callous industrialist who is murdered at a party he throws celebrating his acquittal from a trial where he was accused of murdering a cocktail waitress who refused him a drink.The novel is composed of chapters that focus on each suspect separately, exploring their lives and the motives each person may have had for murdering Vicky Rai. Six Suspects is a fast-paced novel that reads like a movie. Get Book. Alle Fans von »Rupien! Seven years ago, Vivek "Vicky" Rai, the playboy son of the Home Minister of Uttar Pradesh, murdered bartender Ruby Gill at a trendy restaurant in New Delhi, simply because she refused to serve him a drink.Now Vicky Rai has been killed at the party he was throwing to celebrate his acquittal. The police recover six guests with guns in their possession: a corrupt bureaucrat who claims to have become Mahatma Gandhi overnight; an American tourist infatuated with an Indian actress; a stone-age tribesman on a quest to recover a sacred stone; a Bollywood sex-symbol with a guilty secret; a mobile-phone thief who dreams big; and an ambitious politician prepared to stoop low.Swarup unravels the lives and motives of the six suspects, offering both a riveting page-turner and an insightful peek into the heart of contemporary India. Audaciously and astutely plotted, with a panoramic imaginative sweep, Six Suspects is the work of a master storyteller. Warum ausgerechnet sie? Aber kann man Acharya wirklich vertrauen? Oder spielt er ein ganz anderes Spiel? Im Leben bekommt man nicht das, was man verdient, sondern das, was man verhandelt — und Sappna ist fest entschlossen, es allen zu zeigen.Nach und nach wird klar, warum er die richtigen Antworten wusste. Now Vicky Rai is dead, killed at his farmhouse at a party he had thrown to celebrate his acquittal. The police search each and every guest. Six of them are discovered with guns in their possession. In this elaborate murder mystery we join Arun Advani, Indias best-known investigative journalist, as the lives of these six suspects unravel before our eyes: a corrupt bureaucrat; an American tourist; a stone-age tribesman; a Bollywood sex symbol; a mobile phone thief; and an ambitious politician.Each is equally likely to have pulled the trigger. Inspired by actual events, Vikas Swarups eagerly awaited second novel is both a riveting page turner and an insightful peek into the heart and soul of contemporary India. File Name: six suspects by vikas swarup pdf.  

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