I have just finished reading The Burning Grounds by Abir Mukherjee.

If the past is another country, then one thing better than a novel set in the past, is one set in the past in another country. This is the most recent in a series set in Calcutta in the 1920s, with a broken English policeman and an upper class Bengali sidekick.

They are all well-plotted and evocative of the time and place, with a selection of believable characters. Although some have rather too modern sensibilities, this is not too jarring, for me at least.

I like to think that the writing is not too different from my own.

If you have an interest in India and you like The Urchin, then you might well like this series – and perhaps vice versa.