I was recently interviewed by Chennai-based blogger Sarath Babu about my experience writing and having ‘The Shrine of Death’ published…
A brief reading from ‘The Shrine of Death’ at the launch:
An April 2018 release from Bloomsbury India, ‘The Shrine of Death’ is a fast-paced thriller with a heady mix of crime, mystery, romance and the paranormal. Set in the murky of world of idol-theft, it takes you from Chennai’s newsrooms and universities to the sepulchral shrine of a Chola queen in the heartland of Tamil Nadu, and nothing and no one is what they seem…
The journalist and author Divya Kumar has come out with a thriller ‘The Shrine of Death’. The book had a vibrant launch on Friday in the city.
The protagonist is a young woman, Prabha Sinha who is an IT professional in Chennai who is plunged into the netherworld of idol theft, murder and betrayal. Things start happening after she receives a mysterious phone call one night from her old friend Sneha Pillai. She seeks the help of Jai Vadehra, a troubled young man with a tragic past. She also seeks the help of the gorgeous DSP Gerard Ratnaraj of the Idol Wing, CID to whom she is irretrievably drawn towards. As the story unravels, she keeps on finding answers. Their search takes them from Chennai’s newsrooms and universities to the abandoned sepulchral shrine of a Chola queen in the heartland of Tamil Nadu.
The author took almost three and half years to finish the story. And since idol thefts had become common, especially after the robbery of 2008 by an international ring of idol thieves, she finds a cool focus point for the book.
“The story is purely an out and out entertainer with some romance, some paranormal elements”, said the author while explaining the subject matter of the book on the occasion of its launch. She hopes that people would enjoy the book picking it up on the airport or reading on a journey or while curling up by the poolside in the summer. A sequel to ‘The Shrine of Death’ is already in the process, according to the debut author.
The original article appeared here in the Deccan Chronicle.
A few years ago, reportage of the Chennai police department exposing a series of idol thefts planted an idea in the mind of journalist Divya Kumar. That transformed her into a debutante author with The Shrine of Death, a racy crime-thriller novel on the idol theft theme, set in Chennai.
At the launch of her book on Friday, Ms. Kumar, spoke of how much she enjoyed writing about places like Kamarajar Salai and T. Nagar.
“I grew up in the Middle East and went on to study in the U.S. But during my stint as a journalist with The Hindu for six years, I got to know the city well. Chennai is not getting featured enough [in mainstream popular fiction]. There is too much of Mumbai and Delhi; we need more of Chennai,” she said.
In conversation with novelist and playwright Shreekumar Varma, she reminisced about her time with The Hindu and said the job was a fascinating one indeed, giving her opportunities to meet different people and taking her several places.
“It was like learning from the best laboratory. It helped me go from I-want-to-be-a-writer to being a writer,” she added.
Mukund Padmanabhan, Editor, The Hindu, who launched the book, said, Ms. Kumar lent a certain positivity when she had worked in the paper.
The original article appeared here in The Hindu.
As the release date of my debut novel, the thriller ‘The Shrine of Death’ (published by Bloomsbury India in April) draws nearer, here is a look at the origin of its title…
When I began writing my book, I knew I wanted to set it in the world of idol theft. The Hindu was, at that time, doing a lot of coverage of the high-profile bust of Manhattan-based art dealer Subhash Kapoor’s international idol smuggling ring. My story very quickly evolved into a sort of prelude to that bust, a highly fictionalized account of the circumstances that lead to the Idol Wing, a small, specialized wing of the state’s CID – the only one of its kind in India – getting wind of Kapoor’s smuggling activities and his associates in Tamil Nadu.
As the characters fell into place, it developed into a story of greed and betrayal, of treachery and murder, of love and loyalty… And yet, yet something was missing. I was searching for something, a missing piece to complete the puzzle. I found it one breezy Chennai evening, at a talk about Chola temples by historian Pradeep Chakravarthy at Ashvita Bistro. Suddenly, in the middle of that pleasant gathering, I was transported to the ancient world of the Cholas, and of Pallipadais, crumbling old sepulchral shrines built centuries ago to worship great Chola kings and queens who had passed on.
I still remember the little shiver that ran down my spine as I heard him talk about them, these temples built over the graves of kings and queens who lived a thousand years ago. Temples that were then handed over to an ancient sect of ascetics who surrounded themselves with death, and smeared their bodies with the ash of cremation grounds. The grandeur of the Chola empire, the incredible art that was born of that time, and the stories of great patrons such as Queen Sembiyan Mahadevi… All of this was already a part of the story I wanted to tell, and now, I had found the final, missing piece: The Shrine of Death.
Here it is guys! A first look at my debut novel, a thriller, to be published by Bloomsbury India this April:
“A beautiful, fiery young historian who discovered two priceless bronzes from the 10th century has disappeared without a trace …
Prabha Sinha, an IT professional in Chennai, is plunged into a murky world of idol theft, murder, and betrayal after she gets a mysterious phone call one night from her old friend Sneha Pillai. As she races to find answers before the people she loves get hurt, she seeks the help of Jai Vadehra, a troubled young man with a tragic past, and the gorgeous DSP Gerard Ratnaraj of the Idol Wing, CID, whom she can’t help but be drawn to. Their search takes them from Chennai’s newsrooms and universities to the abandoned sepulchral shrine of a Chola queen in the heartland of Tamil Nadu, and nothing, and no one, is as they seem …”