Hanafuda Games: Sensu Edition

Hanafuda Games: Sensu Edition

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ISBN-13: 9780999280218
Publisher: Unknown Publisher
Publication date: 12/01/2018
Pages: 236
Product dimensions: 8.50(w) x 11.00(h) x 0.64(d)

About the Author


Barry S. Goodman
Barry S. Goodman is a partner in the litigation department and chair of the Real Estate Brokerage Practice Group at Greenbaum, Rowe, Smith & Davis LLP in Woodbridge. Mr. Goodman concentrates his practice in real estate and real estate brokerage issues, as well as antitrust suits, corporate shareholders' and partnership disputes, and municipal law. He is also a member of the Community Association and Construction Law Practice Groups at the firm, and serves as General Counsel to the New Jersey Association of REALTORS®. He is a frequent lecturer and author on real estate brokerage issues. He received his B.A. cum laude from Rutgers College and his Juris Doctor from Rutgers University School of Law in Newark.
 

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One

Vish Puri, founder and managing director of Most Private Investigators Ltd., sat alone in a room in a guesthouse in Defence Colony, south Delhi, devouring a dozen green chilli pakoras from a greasy takeaway box.

Puri was supposed to be keeping off the fried foods and Indian desserts he so loved. Dr Mohan had ‘intimated’ to him at his last check-up that he could no longer afford to indulge himself with the usual Punjabi staples.

‘Blood pressure is up, so chance of heart attack and diabetes is there. Don’t do obesity,’ he’d advised.

Puri considered the doctor’s stern warning as he sank his teeth into another hot, crispy pakora and his taste buds thrilled to the tang of salty batter, fiery chilli and the tangy red chutney in which he had drowned the illicit snack. He derived a perverse sense of satisfaction from defying Dr Mohan’s orders.

Still, the fifty-one-year-old detective shuddered to think what his wife would say if she found out he was eating between meals — especially ‘outside’ food that had not been prepared by her own hands (or at least by one of the servants).

Keeping this in mind, he was careful not to get any incriminating grease spots on his clothes. And once he had finished his snack and disposed of the takeaway box, he washed the chutney off his hands and checked beneath his manicured nails and between his teeth for any tell-tale residue. Finally he popped some sonf into his mouth to freshen his breath.

All the while, Puri kept an eye on the house across the way and the street below.

By Delhi standards, it was a quiet and exceptionally clean residential street. Defence Colony’s elitist, upper middle-class residences — army officers, doctors, engineers, babus and the occasional press-wallah — had ensured that their gated community remained free of industry, commerce and the usual human detritus. Residents could take a walk through the well-swept streets or idle in the communal gardens without fear of being hassled by disfigured beggars . . . or having to negotiate their way around arc welders soldering lengths of metal on the pavements . . . or halal butchers slaughtering chickens.

Most of the families in Defence Colony were Punjabi and had arrived in New Delhi as refugees following the catastrophic partition of the Indian subcontinent in 1947. As their affluence and numbers had grown over the decades, they had built cubist cement villas surrounded by high perimeter walls and imposing wrought iron gates.

Each of these mini-fiefdoms employed an entire company of servants. The residents of number 76, D Block, the house that Puri was watching, retained the services of no fewer than seven full-time people — two drivers, a cook, a cleaner-cum-laundry-maid, a bearer and two security guards. Three of these employees were ‘live-in’ and shared the barsaati on the roof. The overnight security guard slept in the sentry box positioned outside the front gate, though, strictly speaking, he really wasn’t meant to.

The family also relied on a part-time dishwasher, a sweeper, a gardener and the local pressing-wallah who had a stand under the neem tree down the street where he applied a heavy iron filled with hot coals to a dizzying assortment of garments, including silk saris, cotton salwars and denim jeans.

From the vantage point in the room Puri had rented, he could see the dark-skinned cleaner-cum-laundry-maid on the roof of number 76, hanging underwear on the washing line. The mali was on the first-floor balcony watering the potted plants. The sweeper was using up gallons of precious water hosing down the marble forecourt. And, out in the street, the cook was inspecting the green chillis being sold by a local costermonger who pushed a wooden cart through the neighbourhood, periodically calling out, ‘Subzi-wallah!

Puri had positioned two of his best undercover operatives, Tubelight and Flush, down in the street.

These were not their real names, of course. Being Punjabi, the detective had nicknames for most of his employees, relatives and close friends. For example, he called his wife Rumpi; his new driver, Handbrake; and the office boy, who was extraordinarily lazy, Door Stop.

Puri himself was known by various names.

His father had always addressed him by his full name, Vishwas, which the detective had later shortened to Vish because it rhymes with ‘wish’ (and ‘Vish Puri’ could be taken to mean ‘granter of wishes’). But the rest of his family and friends knew him as Chubby, an affectionate rather than a derisive sobriquet — although as Dr Mohan had pointed out so indelicately, he did need to lose about thirty pounds.

Puri insisted on being called Boss by his employees, which helped remind them who was in charge. In India, it was important to keep a strong chain of command; people were used to hierarchy and they responded to authority. As he was fond of saying, ‘You can’t have every Johnny thinking he’s a Nelson, no?’

The detective reached for his walkie-talkie and spoke into it.

‘What’s that Charlie up to, over?’ he said.

‘Still doing timepass, Boss,’ replied Flush. There was a pause before he remembered to add the requisite ‘over.’

Flush, who was thirty-two, skinny and wore thick, milk-bottle-bottom glasses, was sitting in the back of Puri’s Hindustan Ambassador monitoring the bugs the team had planted inside the target’s home earlier, as well as all incoming and outgoing phone calls. Meanwhile, Tubelight, who was middle aged with henna-dyed hair and blind in one eye, was disguised as an autorickshaw-wallah in oily clothes and rubber chappals. Crouched on his haunches on the side of the street among a group of bidi-smoking local drivers, he was gambling at cards.

Puri, a self-confessed master of disguise, had not changed into anything unusual for today’s operation, though, seeing him for the first time, you might have been forgiven for thinking this was not the case. His military moustache, first grown when he was a recruit in the army, was waxed and curled at the ends. He was wearing one of his trademark tweed Sandown caps, imported from Bates of Jermyn Street in Piccadilly, and a pair of prescription aviator sunglasses.

Now that it was November and the intense heat of summer had subsided, he had also opted for his new grey safari suit. It had been made for him, as all his shirts and suits were, by Mr M. A. Pathan of Connaught Place, whose grandfather had often dressed Muhammad Ali Jinnah, founder of Pakistan.

‘A pukka Savile Row finish if ever I saw one,’ said the detective to himself, admiring the cut in a mirror in the empty room. ‘Really tip top.’

The suit was indeed perfectly tailored for his short, tubby frame. The silver buttons with the stag emblems were especially fetching.

Puri sat down in his canvas chair and waited. It was only a matter of time before Ramesh Goel made his move. Everything the detective had learned about the young man suggested that he would not be able to resist temptation.

Table of Contents

Preface

Introduction

What is Hanafuda?

The Deck



Section I: Capture Games


  • Before You Begin
  • Simplified Game for Beginners (Absolute Beginner, 2-4 players)
  • Matching Flowers (Beginner, 2-3 players)
  • Hana-Awase 1 (Beginner, 3-4 players)
  • Hana-Awase 2 (Beginner, 3 players)
  • Mushi (Beginner, 2 players)
  • Six Hundred (Beginner, 2-3 players)
  • Hachi-juu Hana (Beginner, 2-3 players)
  • Min-Hwatu (Intermediate, 2-3 players)
  • Koi-Koi (Intermediate, 2 players)
  • Oni Koi-Koi (Intermediate, 2 players)
  • Higo-Bana (Intermediate, 2-7 players)
  • Tensho, simplified (Intermediate, 2 players)
  • Go-Stop (Expert, 2-7 players)
  • Hachi-Hachi (Expert, 2-7 players)
  • Sudaoshi (Expert, 3 players)
  • Hachi, simplified (Expert, 2 players)
  • Hachi (Expert, 2 players)
  • Tensho (Expert, 2 players)


Section II: Sequence Games



  • Poka (Beginner, 2 players)
  • Hiyoko, simplified (Beginner, 2-4 players)
  • Isuri, simplified (Beginner, 2-3 players)
  • Kage (Beginner, 2 players)
  • Hiyoko (Intermediate, 2-4 players)
  • Isuri (Intermediate, 2-3 players)


Section III: Luck Games



  • Sutda, simplified (Beginner, 2-10 players)
  • Hiki-Kabu (Beginner, 2-10 players)
  • Oicho-Kabu (Beginner, 2-10 players)
  • Kyo-Kabu (Beginner, 2-10 players)
  • Kingo (Beginner, 2-10 players)
  • Sota (Intermediate, 2-6 players)
  • Sutda (Intermediate, 2-10 players)


Section IV: Fusion Games



  • Seasons (Beginner, 1-4 players)
  • Pyramid (Beginner, 1 players)
  • Solitaire (Intermediate, 1 players)
  • Eight Off (Intermediate, 1 players)
  • Hana-Rumi (Intermediate, 2-4 players)
  • Hana-Gin (Intermediate, 2-4 players)


Section V: Quick Reference Charts



  • Matching Flowers Quick Chart
  • Hana-Awase 1 Quick Chart
  • Hana-Awase 2 Quick Chart
  • Mushi Quick Chart
  • Six Hundred Quick Chart
  • Hachi-juu Hana Quick Chart
  • Min-Hwatu Quick Chart
  • Koi-Koi Quick Chart
  • Oni Koi-Koi Quick Chart
  • Higo-Bana Quick Chart
  • Tensho, simplified Quick Chart
  • Go-Stop Quick Chart
  • Hachi-Hachi Quick Chart
  • Sudaoshi Quick Chart
  • Hachi, simplified Quick Chart
  • Hachi Quick Chart
  • Tensho Quick Chart
  • Poka Quick Chart
  • Hiyoko, simplified Quick Chart
  • Isuri, simplified Quick Chart
  • Kage Quick Chart
  • Hiyoko Quick Chart
  • Isuri Quick Chart
  • Sutda, simplified Quick Chart
  • Sota Quick Chart
  • Sutda Quick Chart
  • Hana-Rumi Quick Chart
  • Hana-Gin Quick Chart

Reading Group Guide

1. Do you see a relationship between the kind of work Marian does in consumer research with the particular way her life begins to disintegrate?

2. Peter is afraid of being captured by a woman, of losing his freedom; Marian begins to feel hunted, caught in his gaze; eventually she even confuses his camera with a gun. In what ways can all the characters seem at once to be hunter then predator, master then slave, subject then object?

3. Two parties take place in the book, the office party and the engagement party. Discuss what these parties do for the structure and development of the novel.

4. Sexual identity lies at the heart of much of the story. Discuss the role Marian's roommate Ainsley, her friend Claire, and finally the "office Virgins" play in helping define Marian's dilemma. Discuss the men: Why is Marian drawn to Duncan? Contrast him with Peter.

5. The novel is narrated in first person in parts one and three, third person in part two. What is the effect on the reader of the change in voice?

6. Margaret Atwood has described The Edible Woman, her first novel, as an "anti-comedy," with themes many now see as proto-feminist. Give examples of Atwood's clever use of food images throughout the book.

7. First Marian drops meat from her diet, then, eggs, vegetables, even pumpkin seeds. Can you point to the incidents that precede each elimination from her diet? How does her lack of appetite compare or contrast with Duncan's unnatural thinness, his stated desire to become "an amoeba?"

8. What is the meaning of the cake Marian serves Peter at the novel's end? What is the significance of her eating the cake?

9. Margaret Atwood is a writer who often plays with fair-tale images in her work. "The Robber Bridegroom" (which she much later turns on its head with The Robber Bride) was likely an inspiration for The Edible Woman: the old crone warns the bride-to-be " . . . the only marriage you'll celebrate will be with death. . . . When they have you in their power they'll chop you up in pieces . . . then they'll cook you and eat you, because they are cannibals." What images of cannibalism does Atwood use? Do you see traces of other fairy tales in this novel?

10. At the time The Edible Woman was written in 1965, food, eating, and weight issues had not yet attracted wide attention as feminist concerns. Three decades later, in The Beauty Myth, author Naomi Wolf observes that the obsession with thinness began to become a serious national problem for women America around 1920, coinciding with women's right to vote; studies indicate that today nearly half of American young women have had at one time or other had an eating disorder. What are the symbolic meanings of food, and why does it become the focus for so much anxiety?

Discussion questions provided courtesy of Anchor Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York. All rights reserved.

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