A murder mystery set in a colonial mansion in the misty Nilgiris.
Complete with a prophesy of death, a legend and a valley that is said to be haunted.
“RV Raman knows how to take the simplest of subjects (which are relevant, too) and turn them into novels that you wouldn’t want to put down.” – The Hindustan Times
“Raman goes the Christie way in this excellent closed-room mystery that keeps us guessing till the very end even when the clues are out in the open.” – The Statesman
“While comparisons to veteran thriller writer John Grisham are inevitable, Raman’s writing is more inspired by the older canon of crime writing.” – The New Indian Express
“Raman stays true to his reputation of delivering an intricate plot with characters of substance, the right dose of suspense and bind it all together by keeping the narrative pacy. The corporate setup is easy to understand even for those with no business background.” – The Hindustan Times
“RV Raman picks a crime fiction to make a debut and weaves a tight plot and a clear narrative to keep you engrossed.” – The Hindustan Times
“Every reader will be compelled to treat the case at hand as if they are the person solving it, because Raman’s narrative (which at times will remind you of Agatha Christie’s work) allows you to speculate and theorise quite often” – The Hindustan Times
“Fraudster (Hachette) is an amusing work by first-time author, RV Raman, challenging some of the stereotypes in the genre of thrillers. The way the book is pieced together is remarkable, in that it looks nicely webbed.” – The New Indian Express
“If art imitates life, then we all need to be very worried. RV Raman’s novel, Fraudster, is an insider’s account of the less than salubrious side of the corporate world.” – Deccan Chronicle
WHITE COLLAR CRIME IS NOT NEW TO INDIA. THE SCALE IS.
The spectacular growth India has enjoyed in the past decade has driven the stakes higher than ever before, and has had an unintended casualty – ethics.
The growth that brought a flood of opportunities and created entrepreneurs has also enabled scam artists. Businessmen who had nothing to do with power generation, for instance, try to set up power projects. Colleges sprout on vast acreages in the middle of nowhere, with few students and fewer teachers. Warehouses and retail space sometimes serve as facades for real estate plays.
In this occasionally unholy dash, aspiration sometimes outpaces ability, and men resort to murky means. Access to funds and approvals become the tallest hurdles to profiteering, but some enterprising ones find ingenious ways around these obstacles.
In this, they are abetted by another consequence of our dramatic growth – greed. Men who held staid jobs for years suddenly find themselves as gatekeepers, controlling the flow of money and approvals. Some fall to temptation.
These are stories of the black sheep of corporate India. How far are they from reality? Gentle Reader, you be the judge.