Following in the wake of Miss Maple and all the nosy, bumbling woman self-proclaimed detectives such as McCall Smith, the asian slant in this novel doesn't really reveal much for the psyche of 70s Kelantan village life (or maybe it does but then the plot suffers because of all the trappings of ethnicity) or the intrepid nature of the main protagonist.
I tried to be open minded about it but the pacing was almost dead in the water and in the end, the solving of the murder didn't even matter at all to me.
There are more books in the series (at least 5-6 more) so I am giving it a chance to find its footing. Or be lost in the jungle.