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The Twenty Third Man

Ever had a feeling of deja-vu, like we already did something, like it is happening again, as if we are in a sci-fi movie and re-visited the moment in the past, like gamers playing the same level from the checkpoint? That is how I felt while reading the Twenty Third Man!

I felt like I read this one, ages ago, but I couldn’t recall the story at all. I had a nagging feeling that I read the book, but managed to forget it entirely!

Anyway,  let me review this one, for everyone.

Published on : 1957

Read by QB : 10th February 2026

Written by : Gladys Mitchell

Review :

Dame Beatrice Bradley, a well known psychiatrist,  psychoanalyst and amateur detective, (probably in her late sixties) lands on island of Hombres Muertos (literally means dead men) for her month long vacation.

She makes friends on the ship, from London to Spain. One Mr.Clun, a 29 year old, ex-prison bird who spent 3 years in prison for manslaughter (i.e. killing someone in a burst of anger or jealousy without premeditation) Then there is Mr.Telham and his newly widowed sister, Caroline Lockerby. Interestingly, the brother and sister seem to loathe Mr.Clun for some reason.

As the ship reaches the island, we meet more characters like Mr.Peterhouse, who organises local tours and is also into growing orchids, but it is later revealed that he is into growing poisonous plants!

Mrs.Angel, who is an enigma, rumour has it that she sends the local girls to South America, to work in estates illegally, in short, slave trade!

Ruiz and his daughter, run the beautiful hotel where everyone is staying at. They are the locals.

There are Clement, an obnoxious, loud boy and his adoptive parents and also Karl Emden, the English casanova, who makes many enemies from his two month long stay at the island. His incessant flirting with every girl on the island makes him notorious and everybody’s enemy. The story turns on it’s head, when Dame Beatrice discovers Karl Emden is missing!

The island Hombres Muertos is famous for its cave, where twenty three mummified kings (wearing fine jewellery) have been preserved. Their final resting place is also the main attraction and is the reason the island got its name .

When the latest batch of tourists enter the cave for their visit, hell breaks loose. Caroline Lockerby becomes hysterical, she thinks she saw one of the 23 dead kings move! Mr.Peterhouse, the tour guide notices nothing and Telham is calmer than ever. Dame herself notices that one of the dead man is taller than the rest, like he had been added recently!

One day later, Clement comments that there are 24 and not 23 dead men in the cave!

Who is the 24th dead body?

Is it Karl Emden?  Who killed him?

Why is Mr.Peterhouse growing poisonous plants? Is he down with dementia?

Is the death of Caroline’s husband and Mr.Clun’s manslaughter case related in anyway?

Unable to get any clues in the island of Hombres Muertos,  Dame Beatrice reaches London, to do a background check on all the tourists she had met on the island. Meanwhile, Dame sends her assistant, a new mother, Laura and her newborn baby to the island in her stead. (The dacoits on the island kidnap Laura, but once they find out that she has a newborn waiting at the hotel, eager for his dinner of milk, they let her go. Who knew even a newborn can be a saviour from dacoits!)

To find who really is the villain, it is better to read the book. I know you will!

P.S :

1. The writing style is very different to what I have been used to, since it was written in 1950’s. It is indirect  and exhausting at first, but I got used to it pretty soon.

2. We get no clues at all about who the killer may be.

3. Since the detective,  Dame Beatrice is psychology expert, her brilliance only proves Gladys herself was a genius. I will surely try to find more of her books. She is also a contemporary writer of Dame Agatha Cristie.

4. Incidentally, the dacoits kidnap Clement too, but let him go, unable to bear him! LOL!

I love the location where the novel is based on, which is new and unique.

Till the next post, cheerio.

Teaching Telugu – Part 2

So, why is teaching Telugu important for me, to even write a post, not one but two?

Well, for one, I only learnt to read and write Telugu after my seventh birthday.  Hindi, had been my first language till then and the language I was most comfortable in, at that time.

I had many Urdu and Hindi speaking friends and that meant, I learnt Hindi more and almost no Telugu.

Summer holidays meant having my own private Telugu classes with my mom. She would borrow my sister’s old Telugu books, roll up her sleeves, rub her palms and start my classes!

Lucky for me, she had always been a patient teacher and never believed in violence. That being said, I always found reasons to not learn Telugu.

Textbook is out = Emergency Evacuation!

It took me nearly 4 years to learn the basics, the Varnamala, since I always ran away. I would hide somewhere,  till mom got diverted by some other work or till she forgot that it was our study session! I don’t know why I hated it so much, it probably had something to do with, having to learn it, during summer vacation.

Interestingly,  when I finally learnt it, I did it in 15 days flat!

Why?

I had to change schools, thanks to us moving into our own new  house. The new school only had seats available in the first language Telugu sections. The section with first language Hindi had no available seats for new students.  They were filled up.

With lack of seats looming over my head, I performed brilliantly in my admission test and got into the school.

Studying with sincerity..

Imagine my happiness, when I scored 90 out of 100 in Telugu, in my first quarterly exam at the new school. That was my first brush at hardwork.

I also remember crying tears of happiness (I do that from time to time!) when I scored 88 in my tenth grade public exams in Telugu. The 95 in Maths seemed trivial.

That’s why mother tongue is important.  It takes little effort to learn and is as comforting as a mother’s touch. We can emote better in our mother tongue.

My chocolate munchkins, my kiddos, GBee and KBee talk in British English at home, thanks to the very British Peppa Pig.

They also talk in Telugu, but make it sound like British Telugu!

Thanks, but no thanks, Peppa, you Pig!

P.S:

1. The first cartoon shows me running away, leaving behind a thin film of dust. It’s not soul leaving the body! Thank you very much!

2. In Telugu, Vadhuvu is a Bride, Vidhava is a Widow. There is only subtle difference when writing them in Telugu script, but if one word is used instead of another word, it is a blunder. During my initial days of learning Telugu, these two words confused me.

3. Although my cartoons are basic, they take up 2 hours of my time, every time.

Till the next post, cheerio.

Rabbit or is it Ribbit?

My kids, sit day after day, watching Peppa Pig with utmost interest and anticipation! They love, cherish, admire and imitate Peppa Pig. Sometimes, they role-play together, with GBee playing the role of Peppa Pig and KBee imitating his favourite character George Pig!

KBee is so into Peppa Pig, that he owns a George Pig plushie and even chants the ‘dinosaur’ dialogue of George, day in and day out!

KBee learned to talk after watching Peppa. Before that, he was not into talking, but would only communicate by pointing at things!

Anyway, an average day in our house looks something like this…

Watching Peppa Pig on T.V.

GBee mostly sits on the sofa, with his full attention on the T.V screen, while KBee prefers sitting on the floor with his legs bent at knees one in each direction, forming an ‘M’ with his legs!

The kiddos managed to learn English and speak in a British accent too, thanks to Peppa Pig. KBee is one step ahead of GBee and also snorts like Peppa Pig does, from time to time! Lol!

Both of them incorporate the dialogues they see in Peppa Pig in our daily lives. Earlier, I would wonder where they learnt certain stuff. But now, I can tell blindly, where they learnt what!

One fine day, when GBee had gone to school and KBee and I were alone in the bedroom, me folding my laundry and KBee playing with his toys…

Suddenly, KBee began saying ‘rabbit’ repeatedly!  After I heard him say ‘rabbit’ again a couple of times in the next 15 minutes, I decided to check what it was about.

I saw KBee holding a tiny green frog squish toy and thanks to his knowledge from Peppa Pig and another BBC special, Duggee, he began to say ‘rabbit’ in the place of ‘ribbit’, the sound made by frogs.

Rabbit or is it Ribbit?

I laughed a little after understanding what KBee meant and corrected him.

When GBee was a three year old baby, he would learn everything from me. But KBee only prefers to learn what his anna GBee teaches him. He royally ignores me!

Next in his list of teachers after his precious anna is, Peppa Pig. Then come his other shows on T.V., followed by daddy and lastly, me, his mom. He ranks me last on his personal favourites list! I don’t mind though. He takes after me in almost everything!

P.S:

  1. I have always been partial towards my dad and looked up to him. Its no wonder KBee does the same.
  2. GBee used to watch Pocoyo, Duggee during his kindergarten years. KBee watches Peppa Pig and Duggee but hates Pocoyo.
  3. Both learnt their English accent from British cartoon shows!
  4. The first cartoon shows GBee and KBee both looking directly at us, the readers and not at the T.V. watching Peppa Pig. I always ask my kids to look at the camera when I take pics of them daily, anytime of the day, begging them to look at the camera. So this particular cartoon is a homage to my own self, for always asking the kids to look at the camera!
  5. My diaries are filled up with loads of cartoons. Due to some incidents in my personal life, my blog is being grossly neglected. Hmph! Let’s see how this goes…

Till the next post, cheerio friends and readers….

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