Book Review – The Forgotten Daughter by Joshi #NovNov25

About the Book

In the rain-slick alleys of Kamathipura, truth is a luxury few can afford. When Meher disappears, the city shrugs—but one man refuses to forget.

Vishy, a solitary book seller with a past he won’t speak of, begins a quiet rebellion against apathy. As he searches for Meher, the shadows grow darker, and the cost of remembering becomes unbearable. 

The Forgotten Daughter is a story of grit, grief, and the fragile hope that someone, somewhere, still cares.

Format: ebook (148 pages) Publisher: N/A
Publication date: 28th September 2025 Genre: Thriller

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My Review

Set in Kamathipura, a seedy suburb of Mumbai which is home to the city’s red light district, this slim novel reveals Mumbai’s dark underbelly as Vishy undertakes a search for a missing girl. It’s not the mean streets of Los Angeles that is his hunting ground but the dark alleys and rundown tenements known as ‘chawls’.

The atmosphere of the poorer parts of the city is so vividly described you can almost feel yourself walking alongside Vishy. ‘The air was a thick tapestry of a thousand competing smells – the sharp tang of leather from a tannery, the aroma of spices from a communal kitchen, the chemical bite of a plastics recycling unit, and the ever-present, underlying scent of poverty and poor sanitation.’

And if you are, then you’re probably drenched because this is a rain-soaked city. ‘The monsoon didn’t fall on Mumbai; it waged a war of attrition. It was a siege in its third month, a relentless liquid assault that turned alleys into canals and roads into churning brown rivers.’

Vishy’s search takes him from Mumbai to Goa, uncovering a vile trade and corruption in high places. ‘A city like Mumbai doesn’t have secrets; it has a conspiracy of silence.‘ Those involved are motivated by greed, political ambition or fanaticism, leaving no room for morality. It’s highly organised and ruthlessly efficient with connections spread across the world.

Fortunately, Vishy has people he can call on for help; people who know Mumbai like the back of their hand or possess an almost telepathic insight into who’s doing what in the city. One of his key contacts is computer wizard and expert hacker, Romi, who helps Vishy unlock vital information revealing the full scope of the operation he is up against.

Vishy is a fantastic character. Like all memorable protagonists of noir thrillers, there are events in his past he would like to leave behind, but cannot. The fact we don’t get a complete picture of these makes it all the more enticing. Vishy’s strong sense of justice, along with the ability to look after himself in a fight, is what sees him through a series of increasingly dangerous situations, including a car chase along narrow roads that becomes ‘a brutal, grinding duel’.

In under 150 pages the author manages to incorporate all the elements you’d expect of a thriller without the story ever feeling rushed. I really enjoyed The Forgotten Daughter and I’m looking forward to Vishy’s next case which, the author promises, is on the way.

My thanks to the author for my digital review copy which arrived serendipitously in time for Novellas in November.

In three words: Atmospheric, gritty, suspenseful
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About the Author

Born in India, Anirudh Joshi won a UK scholarship at 12, studied at LSE, then globe-trotted through Japan, Singapore, Oman, New Zealand, Barbados, landing in California. A lifelong book lover who dabbled in writing, he finally—at 71—published something worthy of his name. Favourite authors include Raymond Chandler, Giovannino Guareschi, and Marathi writer Pu La Deshpande.

An excerpt from A Knock at the Door by Peter Rowlands @peterrowlands_1

My guest today is Peter Rowlands, author of A Knock at the Door, which was published in October 2023. It’s available to purchase in paperbook or as an ebook.

A Knock at the Door is described as ‘part mystery thriller, part detective story, and part romance’. It’s had rave reviews from readers with comments such as ‘refreshingly different’, ‘a totally new take on a mystery’ and ‘a real page-turning, edge of your seat mystery story’.

Intrigued? Then you can read an excerpt from the book below.

About the Book

A brain-teasing mystery that grabs you right from the start – and then delivers

A bedraggled woman turns up on Rory Cavenham’s doorstep in the middle of a storm, convinced that the year is 1972, but claiming to have lost her memory.

Despite his own troubled past, Rory is drawn to her; but she’s fearful of authority and frightened of mysterious pursuers, and insists on keeping a low profile as she adjusts to modern life.

Determined to help her, Rory finds links to two strong but compromised women, but the truth behind their interlocking stories remains elusive. Meanwhile, the pursuers turn out to be all too real, and the pace builds as the story lunges towards its remarkable and redemptive climax.

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Excerpt from A Knock at the Door by Peter Rowlands

Had I been wise last night to invite this unknown woman into my house and give her refuge from the storm? She seemed harmless enough, but her loss of memory was baffling, and I felt out of my depth.

I switched on the television, hoping to catch the latest news about the flooding, and left her there while I cleared away the breakfast things. When I returned she looked up at me in consternation.

“What on earth’s going on?” she demanded unhappily.

“What do you mean?” I sat down.

“That’s not my world.” She pointed at the television screen, where a group of young people were protesting outside a glass-fronted building. “To me that looks like a film set – something out of science fiction.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Everything’s different. The clothes, the cars, the buildings, everything. Are you telling me that’s real?”

I listened to the commentary for a moment, then said, “Yes, it’s real. It’s a news report from somewhere in London.”

She stared at it in bewilderment. “How can it be?”

I grabbed the remote control and switched the television off.

There was a long silence. Finally she said, “The TV isn’t the only thing that’s wrong. There are other things, too.”

“What things?”

“You keep saying things that don’t make sense. You asked me if I have a phone. Why would I carry a telephone around with me?”

“You’d be considered odd if you didn’t have one.”

“I don’t understand.”

I reached into my pocket. “This is mine. You saw it yesterday.”

“But it’s tiny, and so thin.” She looked down at it. “It lights up. That’s a phone?”

“It certainly is.” I sat back. “This is such a bizarre conversation. You’re telling me you don’t know about stuff that everybody in the world knows about.”

“Everybody except me, apparently.”

“Have you really, really, really never seen a mobile phone before?”

She seemed to have no answer to that. After a moment I asked, “Do you think someone has kept you captive somehow, and prevented you from knowing what’s happening in the outside world?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. My life is like a giant blur.” She glanced around, and after a moment added, “I like this room. Apart from that giant TV, it seems pretty normal to me.”

“That’s probably because Max didn’t change anything for about thirty years.”

“Who is this Max that you keep talking about?”

“This is his house. I’m looking after it for him.”

She glanced around. “It has a familiar feel to it.”

“It’s typical of its day, but it’s pretty dated now.”

“Not to me.”

Neither of us spoke for a moment, then on a whim I said, “As far as you’re concerned, what year is this?”

Without hesitation she answered, “Nineteen seventy-two.”

* * *

“Actually it’s twenty twenty-two.” I waited.

She stared at me for a long moment, her expression alternating between irritation and total disbelief. Finally she said, “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“You’re seriously telling me I’ve jumped fifty years forward in time?”

“This is definitely twenty twenty-two, but what you’re saying is impossible. You might as well tell me you believe the earth is flat, or you’ve seen the Loch Ness monster.”

“No, no, no, you have to be kidding me. Why are you saying this?”

The latest copy of the local free advertising magazine was lying on the dresser. I reached over and handed it to her. The date was clearly indicated on the cover. She examined it closely, then looked up and said, “This must be some kind of trick.”

“I promise you it isn’t.”

“But this can’t be right! It’s nineteen seventy-two!”

“I’m afraid not.”

Abruptly she stood up. “This is ridiculous! Why are you telling me the impossible is true?”

I’d bought a copy of The Times when I was last in the village shop. I said, “Wait a second,” and went through to the office to fetch it.

She snatched it from me and ran her eyes over the front page for a moment, then flicked through some of the other pages. She looked at me again. “What’s going on here? I don’t understand this.”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

Angrily she said, “You think I’m making this up?”

“No, I can see that you believe it. I’m wondering what to make of it.”

“Now you’re being patronising.”

“I don’t want to mislead you, that’s all. It would be patronising if I pretended to accept what you’re saying just to humour you.”

She looked sharply at me. “So you’re saying that in this amazing future, such a thing has never happened before? Never once in the whole history of the world, until now?”

“Not that I know of.”

There was a long silence. A gust of wind threw a scattering of raindrops against the windows.

About the Author

Peter Rowlands is the author of ten mystery thrillers, including three stand-lone novels (A Knock at the Door is one of them) and seven novels in the Mike Stanhope Mysteries series.

Peter has had career of writing and editing, chiefly in the field of trucking, transport, logistics and information technology. He co-founded and edited a magazine covering the processes behind home shopping delivery. He draws on these experiences in his books.

Peter was born in Newcastle upon Tyne, and studied English at Cambridge University. He has lived nearly all his adult life in London, and is now based in Fulham, west London, close to the river Thames at Putney bridge.

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