The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency (No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency Series #1)

The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency (No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency Series #1)

by Alexander McCall Smith

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The No.1 Ladies´ Detective Agency, located in Gaborone, Botswana, consists of one woman, the engaging Precious Ramotswe. A cross between Kinsey Millhone and Miss Marple, this unlikely heroine specializes in missing husbands, wayward daughters, con men and imposters. When she sets out on the trail of a missing child she is tumbled headlong into some strange situations and not a little danger. Deftly interweaving tragedy and humor to create a memorable tale of human desires and foibles, the book is also an evocative portrait of a distant world.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781400034772
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/06/2003
Series: No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency Series , #1
Edition description: Today Show Book Club Anchor Edition
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 49,058
Product dimensions: 5.19(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.67(d)

About the Author

Alexander McCall Smith is the author of the huge international phenomenon The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series, and of The Sunday Philosophy Club and 44 Scotland Street series. He was born in what is now known as Zimbabwe and was a law professor at the University of Botswana and at Edinburgh University. He lives in Scotland.


Edinburgh, Scotland

Date of Birth:

August 24, 1948

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Chapter One

The Daddy

Mma Ramotswe had a detective agency in Africa, at the foot of Kgale Hill. These were its assets: a tiny white van, two desks, two chairs, a telephone, and an old typewriter. Then there was a teapot, in which Mma Ramotswe — the only lady private detective in Botswana — brewed redbush tea. And three mugs — one for herself, one for her secretary, and one for the client. What else does a detective agency really need? Detective agencies rely on human intuition and intelligence, both of which Mma Ramotswe had in abundance. No inventory would ever include those, of course.

    But there was also the view, which again could appear on no inventory. How could any such list describe what one saw when one looked out from Mma Ramotswe's door? To the front, an acacia tree, the thorn tree which dots the wide edges of the Kalahari; the great white thorns, a warning; the olive-grey leaves, by contrast, so delicate. In its branches, in the late afternoon, or in the cool of the early morning, one might see a Go-Away Bird, or hear it, rather. And beyond the acacia, over the dusty road, the roofs of the town under a cover of trees and scrub bush; on the horizon, in a blue shimmer of heat, the hills, like improbable, overgrown termite-mounds.

    Everybody called her Mma Ramotswe, although if people had wanted to be formal, they would have addressed her as Mme Mma Ramotswe. This is the right thing for a person of stature, but which she had never used of herself. So it was always Mma Ramotswe, rather than Precious Ramotswe, a name which veryfew people employed.

    She was a good detective, and a good woman. A good woman in a good country, one might say. She loved her country, Botswana, which is a place of peace, and she loved Africa, for all its trials. I am not ashamed to be called an African patriot, said Mma Ramotswe. I love all the people whom God made, but I especially know how to love the people who live in this place. They are my people, my brothers and sisters. It is my duty to help them to solve the mysteries in their lives. That is what I am called to do.

    In idle moments, when there were no pressing matters to be dealt with, and when everybody seemed to be sleepy from the heat, she would sit under her acacia tree. It was a dusty place to sit, and the chickens would occasionally come and peck about her feet, but it was a place which seemed to encourage thought. It was here that Mma Ramotswe would contemplate some of the issues which, in everyday life, may so easily be pushed to one side.

    Everything, thought Mma Ramotswe, has been something before. Here I am, the only lady private detective in the whole of Botswana, sitting in front of my detective agency. But only a few years ago there was no detective agency, and before that, before there were even any buildings here, there were just the acacia trees, and the river-bed in the distance, and the Kalahari over there, so close.

    In those days there was no Botswana even, just the Bechuanaland Protectorate, and before that again there was Khama's Country, and lions with the dry wind in their manes. But look at it now: a detective agency, right here in Gaborone, with me, the fat lady detective, sitting outside and thinking these thoughts about how what is one thing today becomes quite another thing tomorrow.

    Mma Ramotswe set up the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency with the proceeds of the sale of her father's cattle. He had owned a big herd, and had no other children; so every single beast, all one hundred and eighty of them, including the white Brahmin bulls whose grandparents he had bred himself, went to her. The cattle were moved from the cattle post, back to Mochudi where they waited, in the dust, under the eyes of the chattering herd boys, until the livestock agent came.

    They fetched a good price, as there had been heavy rains that year, and the grass had been lush. Had it been the year before, when most of that southern part of Africa had been wracked by drought, it would have been a different matter. People had dithered then, wanting to hold on to their cattle, as without your cattle you were naked; others, feeling more desperate, sold, because the rains had failed year after year and they had seen the animals become thinner and thinner. Mma Ramotswe was pleased that her father's illness had prevented his making any decision, as now the price had gone up and those who had held on were well rewarded.

    "I want you to have your own business," he said to her on his death bed. "You'll get a good price for the cattle now. Sell them and buy a business. A butchery maybe. A bottle store. Whatever you like."

    She held her father's hand and looked into the eyes of the man she loved beyond all others, her Daddy, her wise Daddy, whose lungs had been filled with dust in those mines and who had scrimped and saved to make life good for her.

    It was difficult to talk through her tears, but she managed to say: "I'm going to set up a detective agency. Down in Gaborone. It will be the best one in Botswana. The No. 1 Agency."

    For a moment her father's eyes opened wide and it seemed as if he was struggling to speak.

    "But ... but ..."

    But he died before he could say anything more, and Mma Ramotswe fell on his chest and wept for all the dignity, love and suffering that died with him.

She had a sign painted in bright colours, which was then set up just off the Lobatse Road, on the edge of town, pointing to the small building she had purchased: THE NO. 1 LADIES' DETECTIVE AGENCY. FOR ALL CONFIDENTIAL MATTERS AND ENQUIRIES. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED FOR ALL PARTIES. UNDER PERSONAL MANAGEMENT.

    There was considerable public interest in the setting up of her agency. There was an interview on Radio Botswana, in which she thought she was rather rudely pressed to reveal her qualifications, and a rather more satisfactory article in The Botswana News, which drew attention to the fact that she was the only lady private detective in the country. This article was cut out, copied, and placed prominently on a small board beside the front door of the agency.

    After a slow start, she was rather surprised to find that her services were in considerable demand. She was consulted about missing husbands, about the creditworthiness of potential business partners, and about suspected fraud by employees. In almost every case, she was able to come up with at least some information for the client; when she could not, she waived her fee, which meant that virtually nobody who consulted her was dissatisfied. People in Botswana liked to talk, she discovered, and the mere mention of the fact that she was a private detective would let loose a positive outpouring of information on all sorts of subjects. It flattered people, she concluded, to be approached by a private detective, and this effectively loosened their tongues. This happened with Happy Bapetsi, one of her earlier clients. Poor Happy! To have lost your daddy and then found him, and then lost him again ...

"I used to have a happy life," said Happy Bapetsi. "A very happy life. Then this thing happened, and I can't say that any more."

    Mma Ramotswe watched her client as she sipped her bush tea. Everything you wanted to know about a person was written in the face, she believed. It's not that she believed that the shape of the head was what counted — even if there were many who still clung to that belief; it was more a question of taking care to scrutinise the lines and the general look. And the eyes, of course; they were very important. The eyes allowed you to see right into a person, to penetrate their very essence, and that was why people with something to hide wore sunglasses indoors. They were the ones you had to watch very carefully.

    Now this Happy Bapetsi was intelligent; that was immediately apparent. She also had few worries — this was shown by the fact that there were no lines on her face, other than smile lines of course. So it was man trouble, thought Mma Ramotswe. Some man has turned up and spoilt everything, destroying her happiness with his bad behaviour.

    "Let me tell you a little about myself first," said Happy Bapetsi. "I come from Maun, you see, right up on the Okavango. My mother had a small shop and I lived with her in the house at the back. We had lots of chickens and we were very happy.

    "My mother told me that my Daddy had left a long time ago, when I was still a little baby. He had gone off to work in Bulawayo and he had never come back. Somebody had written to us — another Motswana living there — to say that he thought that my Daddy was dead, but he wasn't sure. He said that he had gone to see somebody at Mpilo Hospital one day and as he was walking along a corridor he saw them wheeling somebody out on a stretcher and that the dead person on the stretcher looked remarkably like my Daddy. But he couldn't be certain.

    "So we decided that he was probably dead, but my mother did not mind a great deal because she had never really liked him very much. And of course I couldn't even remember him, so it did not make much difference to me.

    "I went to school in Maun at a place nm by some Catholic missionaries. One of them discovered that I could do arithmetic rather well and he spent a lot of time helping me. He said that he had never met a girl who could count so well.

    "I suppose it was very odd. I could see a group of figures and I would just remember it. Then I would find that I had added the figures in my head, even without thinking about it. It just came very easily — I didn't have to work at it at all.

    "I did very well in my exams and at the end of the day I went off to Gaborone and learned how to be a book-keeper. Again it was very simple for me; I could look at a whole sheet of figures and understand it immediately. Then, the next day, I could remember every figure exactly and write them all down if I needed to.

    "I got a job in the bank and I was given promotion after promotion. Now I am the No. 1 sub-accountant and I don't think I can go any further because all the men are worried that I'll make them look stupid. But I don't mind. I get very good pay and I can finish all my work by three in the afternoon, sometimes earlier. I go shopping after that. I have a nice house with four rooms and I am very happy. To have all that by the time you are thirty-eight is good enough, I think."

    Mma Ramotswe smiled. "That is all very interesting. You're right. You've done well."

    "I'm very lucky," said Happy Bapetsi. "But then this thing happened. My Daddy arrived at the house."

    Mma Ramotswe drew in her breath. She had not expected this; she had thought it would be a boyfriend problem. Fathers were a different matter altogether.

    "He just knocked on the door," said Happy Bapetsi. "It was a Saturday afternoon and I was taking a rest on my bed when I heard his knocking. I got up, went to the door, and there was this man, about sixty or so, standing there with his hat in his hands. He told me that he was my Daddy, and that he had been living in Bulawayo for a long time but was now back in Botswana and had come to see me.

    "You can understand how shocked I was. I had to sit down, or I think I would have fainted. In the meantime, he spoke. He told me my mother's name, which was correct, and he said that he was sorry that he hadn't been in touch before. Then he asked if he could stay in one of the spare rooms, as he had nowhere else to go.

    "I said that of course he could. In a way I was very excited to see my Daddy and I thought that it would be good to be able to make up for all those lost years and to have him staying with me, particularly since my poor mother died. So I made a bed for him in one of the rooms and cooked him a large meal of steak and potatoes, which he ate very quickly. Then he asked for more.

    "That was about three months ago. Since then, he has been living in that room and I have been doing all the work for him. I make his breakfast, cook him some lunch, which I leave in the kitchen, and then make his supper at night. I buy him one bottle of beer a day and have also bought him some new clothes and a pair of good shoes. All he does is sit in his chair outside the front door and tell me what to do for him next."

    "Many men are like that," interrupted Mma Ramotswe.

    Happy Bapetsi nodded. "This one is specially like that. He has not washed a single cooking pot since he arrived and I have been getting very tired running after him. He also spends a lot of my money on vitamin pills and biltong.

    "I would not resent this, you know, expect for one thing. I do not think that he is my real Daddy. I have no way of proving this, but I think that this man is an impostor and that he heard about our family from my real Daddy before he died and is now just pretending. I think he is a man who has been looking for a retirement home and who is very pleased because he has found a good one."

    Mma Ramotswe found herself staring in frank wonderment at Happy Bapetsi. There was no doubt but that she was telling the truth; what astonished her was the effrontery, the sheer, naked effrontery of men. How dare this person come and impose on this helpful, happy person! What a piece of chicanery, of fraud! What a piece of outright theft in fact!

    "Can you help me?" asked Happy Bapetsi. "Can you find out whether this man is really my Daddy? If he is, then I will be a dutiful daughter and put up with him. If he is not, then I should prefer for him to go somewhere else."

    Mma Ramotswe did not hesitate. "I'll find out," she said. "It may take me a day or two, but I'll find out!"

    Of course it was easier said than done. There were blood tests these days, but she doubted very much whether this person would agree to that. No, she would have to try something more subtle, something that would show beyond any argument whether he was the Daddy or not. She stopped in her line of thought. Yes! There was something biblical about this story. What, she thought, would Solomon have done?

Mma Ramotswe picked up the nurse's uniform from her friend Sister Gogwe. It was a bit tight, especially round the arms, as Sister Gogwe, although generously-proportioned, was slightly more slender than Mma Ramotswe. But once she was in it, and had pinned the nurse's watch to her front, she was a perfect picture of a staff sister at the Princess Marina Hospital. It was a good disguise, she thought, and she made a mental note to use it at some time in the future.

    As she drove to Happy Bapetsi's house in her tiny white van, she reflected on how the African tradition of support for relatives could cripple people. She knew of one man, a sergeant of police, who was supporting an uncle, two aunts, and a second cousin. If you believed in the old Setswana morality, you couldn't turn a relative away, and there was a lot to be said for that. But it did mean that charlatans and parasites had a very much easier time of it than they did elsewhere. They were the people who ruined the system, she thought. They're the ones who are giving the old ways a bad name.

    As she neared the house, she increased her speed. This was an errand of mercy, after all, and if the Daddy were sitting in his chair outside the front door he would have to see her arrive in a cloud of dust. The Daddy was there, of course, enjoying the morning sun, and he sat up straight in his chair as he saw the tiny white van sweep up to the gate. Mma Ramotswe turned off the engine and ran out of the car up to the house.

    "Dumela Rra," she greeted him rapidly. "Are you Happy Bapetsi's Daddy?"

    The Daddy rose to his feet. "Yes," he said proudly. "I am the Daddy."

    Mma Ramotswe panted, as if trying to get her breath back.

    "I'm sorry to say that there has been an accident. Happy was run over and is very sick at the hospital. Even now they are performing a big operation on her."

    The Daddy let out a wail. "Aiee! My daughter! My little baby Happy!"

    A good actor, thought Mma Ramotswe, unless ... No, she preferred to trust Happy Bapetsi's instinct. A girl should know her own Daddy even if she had not seen him since she was a baby.

    "Yes," she went on. "It is very sad. She is very sick, very sick. And they need lots of blood to make up for all the blood she's lost."

    The Daddy frowned. "They must give her that blood. Lots of blood. I can pay."

    "It's not the money," said Mma Ramotswe. "Blood is free. We don't have the right sort. We will have to get some from her family, and you are the only one she has. We must ask you for some blood."

    The Daddy sat down heavily.

    "I am an old man," he said.

    Mma Ramotswe sensed that it would work. Yes, this man was an impostor.

    "That is why we are asking you," she said. "Because she needs so much blood, they will have to take about half your blood. And that is very dangerous for you. In fact, you might die."

    The Daddy's mouth fell open.


    "Yes," said Mma Ramotswe. "But then you are her father and we know that you would do this thing for your daughter. Now could you come quickly, or it will be too late. Doctor Moghile is waiting."

    The Daddy opened his mouth, and then closed it.

    "Come on," said Mma Ramotswe, reaching down and taking his wrist. "I'll help you to the van."

    The Daddy rose to his feet, and then tried to sit down again. Mma Ramotswe gave him a tug.

    "No," he said. "I don't want to."

    "You must," said Mma Ramotswe. "Now come on."

    The Daddy shook his head. "No," he said faintly. "I won't. You see, I'm not really her Daddy. There has been a mistake."

    Mma Ramotswe let go of his wrist. Then, her arms folded, she stood before him and addressed him directly.

    "So you are not the Daddy! I see! I see! Then what are you doing sitting in that chair and eating her food? Have you heard of the Botswana Penal Code and what it says about people like you? Have you?"

    The Daddy looked down at the ground and shook his head.

    "Well," said Mma Ramotswe. "You go inside that house and get your things. You have five minutes. Then I am going to take you to the bus station and you are going to get on a bus. Where do you really live?"

    "Lobatse," said the Daddy. "But I don't like it down there."

    "Well," said Mma Ramotswe. "Maybe if you started doing something instead of just sitting in a chair you might like it a bit more. There are lots of melons to grow down there. How about that, for a start?'

    The Daddy looked miserable.

    "Inside!" she ordered. "Four minutes left now!"

When Happy Bapetsi returned home she found the Daddy gone and his room cleared out. There was a note from Mma Ramotswe on the kitchen table, which she read, and as she did so, her smile returned.

That was not your Daddy after all. I found out the best way. I got him to tell me himself. Maybe you will find the real Daddy one day. Maybe not. But in the meantime, you can be happy again.

Excerpted from The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith. Copyright © 1998 by Alexander McCall Smith. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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...pure joy. It's about the mysteries of human nature. The writing is accessible and the prose is so beautiful; you can read this in one sitting.

Reading Group Guide

“The Miss Marple of Botswana.” –The New York Times Book Review

The introduction, discussion questions, suggested reading list, and author biography that follow are designed to enhance your group’s discussion of Alexander McCall Smith’s The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, the acclaimed novel that introduces Precious Ramotswe, one of the most unique and appealing characters in the entire mystery genre.

1. Unlike in most other mysteries, in The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency Mma Ramotswe solves a number of small crimes, rather than a single major one. How does this affect the narrative pacing of the novel? What other unique features distinguish The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency from the conventional mystery novel?

2. What makes Precious Ramotswe such a charming protagonist? What kind of woman is she? How is she different from the usual detective? Why does she feel “called” to help her fellow Africans “solve the mysteries of their lives” [p. 4]?

3. What is surprising about the nature of the cases Mma Ramotswe is hired to solve? By what means does Alexander McCall Smith sustain the reader’s interest, in the absence of the kind of tension, violence, and suspense that drive most mysteries?

4. Mma Ramotswe’s first client, Happy Bapetsi, is worried that the man who claims to be her father is a fraud taking advantage of her generosity. “All he does,” she says, “is sit in his chair outside the front door and tell me what to do for him next.” To which Mma Ramotswe replies, “Many men are like that” [p. 10]. What is Mma Ramotswe’s view of men generally? How do men behave in the novel?

5. Why does Mma Ramotswe feel it is so important to include her father’s life story in the novel? What does Obed Ramotswe’s life reveal about the history of Africa and of South Africa? What does it reveal about the nature and cost of working in the mines in South Africa?

6. Mma Ramotswe purchases a manual on how to be a detective. It advises one to pay attention to hunches. “Hunches are another form of knowledge” [p. 79]. How does intuition help Mma Ramotswe solve her cases?

7. When Mma Ramotswe decides to start a detective agency, a lawyer tells her “It’s easy to lose money in business, especially when you don’t know anything about what you’re doing. . . . And anyway, can women be detectives?” To which Mma Ramotswe answers, “Women are the ones who know what’s going on. They are the ones with eyes. Have you not read Agatha Christie?” [p. 61]. Is she right in suggesting women are more perceptive than men? Where in the novel do we see Mma Ramotswe’s own extraordinary powers of observation? How does she comically undercut the lawyer’s arrogance in this scene?

8. As Mma Ramotswe wonders if Mma Malatsi was somehow involved in her husband’s death and whether wanting someone dead made one a murderer in God’s eyes, she thinks to herself: “It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That gave you a reason for going on. Pumpkin” [p. 85]. What philosophy of life is Mma Ramotswe articulating here? Why do the ongoing daily events of life give her this sense of peace and stability?

9. Why does Mma Ramotswe marry Note? Why does this act seem so out of character for her? In what ways does her love for an attractive and physically abusive man make her a deeper and more complicated character? How does her marriage to Note change her?

10. Mma Ramotswe imagines retiring back in Mochudi, buying some land with her cousins, growing melons, and living life in such a way that “every morning she could sit in front of her house and sniff at the wood-smoke and look forward to spending the day talking with her friends. How sorry she felt for white people, who couldn’t do any of this, and who were always dashing around and worrying themselves over things that were going to happen anyway. What use was it having all that money if you could never sit still or just watch your cattle eating grass? None, in her view; none at all” [p. 162]. Is Mma Ramotswe’s critique of white people on the mark or is she stereotyping? What makes her sense of what is important, and what brings happiness, so refreshing? What other differences between black and white cultures does the novel make apparent?

11. Mma Ramotswe does not want Africa to change, to become thoroughly modern: “She did not want her people to become like everybody else, soulless, selfish, forgetful of what it means to be an African, or, worse still, ashamed of Africa” [p. 215]. But what aspects of traditional African culture trouble her? How does she regard the traditional African attitude toward women, marriage, family duty, and witchcraft? Is there a contradiction in her relationship to “old” Africa?

12. How surprising is Mme Ramotswe’s response to Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni’s marriage proposal? How appropriate is the ending of the novel?

13. Alexander McCall Smith has both taught and written about criminal law. In what ways does in The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency draw upon this knowledge? How are lawyers and the police characterized in the novel?

14. Is in The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency a feminist novel? Does the fact that its author is a man complicate such a reading? How well does Alexander McCall Smith represent a woman’s character and consciousness in Mma Ramotswe?

15. Alexander McCall Smith’s Precious Ramotswe books have been praised for their combination of apparent simplicity with a high degree of sophistication. In what ways does in The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency have the appeal of simple storytelling? In what ways is it sophisticated? What does it suggest about the larger issues of how to live one’s life, how to behave in society, how to be happy?


“The Miss Marple of Botswana.” –The New York Times Book Review

The introduction, discussion questions, suggested reading list, and author biography that follow are designed to enhance your group’s discussion of Alexander McCall Smith’s The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, the acclaimed novel that introduces Precious Ramotswe, one of the most unique and appealing characters in the entire mystery genre.

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Jay-Fer More than 1 year ago
The writing seems a little disjointed at first, but after a while you get used to the style and the series of short anecdotes. The book gives insight into life and tradition in some parts of Africa. While there aren't any what you'd call belly laughs, there is humor throughout the book, a lot of human nature both good and bad, and many small mysteries instead of one or two big ones like in the more conventional mysteries we're used to. A good read once you adapt to the style.
MamaB05 More than 1 year ago
I wasn't sure what to expect, but the description of the book sounded intriguing so I bought it for my Nook. The best word to describe the book is "quirky", but in a good way. The writing style was not typical and the characters had an interesting way of conveying what they wanted to say without actually saying it. I had not heard of the series before, but I plan on reading the rest of the books in the series and I have added the HBO television series to my Netflix queue as well.
TATERSIS More than 1 year ago
A compelling book that whisks you away to a faraway land and lets you peek into a different culture. I really enjoyed the setting and the way the local culture and proctocol were defined. Having read another reivew, I was always on the lookout for the "man bashing" parts. I have to admit there was a tendency to generalize men and their "bad" habits, but it was not so much offensive as it was quirky. I have to remember that this tendency to mistrust men came from the heroine's background and history. Funny; sweet; and sad all at the same time. A quick read and I will most certainly look for and read other books by this author. Surprised that this was a male author.
IdahobookwormDT More than 1 year ago
This book had me hooked from the first page and I could hardly put it down. I love the characters and am amazed at how well Alexander McCall Smith can be Mma Ramotswe's voice. There is a strong moral theme of good triumphing over evil in this book and subsequent ones in the series. I enthusiastically recommend this book.
Kratz More than 1 year ago
I can't say enough about The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency. Extremely well written in a charming and enthralling manor this book makes Botswana come alive. I could feel the African heat as I was wiping Botswana dust from my forehead. Character development is superb. Mr. Smith pulls you into the lives of his well crafted characters until they almost seem like best friends and family. There are wonderful insights into human nature and positive moral overtones. Well worth reading! Get it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
They should create a new genre just for this series. We could call it the African Cozy. This is just made for light reading while lounging in your lawn chair and perhaps dozing off occasionally. It's easy to continue the thread of the story whenever you pick up your book again. No heavy lifting here. Just plain relaxing enjoyment.
ByTheOcean More than 1 year ago
What a totally charming book. McCall Smith takes you into African life with this unassuming narrative. I can't wait to get hold of the next one. A great rainyday read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was o.k. What I did like was how when there was a plot, the author went into pretty good detail. What I didn't like was how it is talking about something, then the next chapter doesn't exactly start where it left off, it starts on a different subject.
mopMP More than 1 year ago
I found the description of the country quite interesting, the actual detective story was very disappointing!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So glad this was a free read! Going to buy the next in the series for sure!
nunna More than 1 year ago
This is a pleasant book, suitable for all audiences, and easy to read. Also hard to put down. I have read all of the books in this series and thoroughly enjoyed the adventures presented in a lighthearted manner.
gemini4765 More than 1 year ago
This book is not only entertaining but informative. Precious Ramotswe looks at crime from a unique standpoint. Her cultural heritage and the fact that she is a female in a nontraditional career, allows the reader to "solve" crimes in a manner not necessarily bound by the usual law-and-order perspective. Rather, Mma solves such problems in a human manner. Punishment is not the order of the day if retribution can be managed. Mma's solutions are unique and fitting to the crime. The supporting characters are fascinating, humorous, and real people.
ltyflds More than 1 year ago
Very good book, Mr. McCall has made a masterpiece... This book can make you cry and laugh. Set in an African country, this book comes alive. Cant wait for the series.... starring Jill Scott, one of the greats R&B, Neo-soul singers songwriters of all time.
Anonymous 14 days ago
...but a little flat. One of the rare cases when the screen adsptation is better than the book.
Anonymous 20 days ago
this book was an easy read with its relaxed style and lovable main characters. interesting cases and an upbeat mood.
Anonymous 7 months ago
This is a book I just happened to find listed under books other customers enjoyed and I'm glad I did. It's a lighthearted book so if you're looking for an intense detective thriller this is not the book for you. I enjoy reading books set in areas of the world I'll probably never get to see so I can see other customs and how others live and this book didn't let me down.
poulantik on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very funny and humane. Botswana is on the literary map. Watch out for the movie!
morgan32 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I'm completely in love with the audiobooks of this series. The prose style is very simple and the POV tends to chop and change which can be irritating to read, but Adjoa Andoh bring the prose and the characters to full, colourful life. I honestly believe these novels are meant to be heard, not read. Though presented as a novel, The No.1 Ladies Detective Agency is more like a collection of short stories, telling the tales of the first few cases Mme Ramotswe has to solve in her newly established detective agency. As such, each story evokes different emotions. The woman with the cheating husband is hilarious, the story of Mme Ramotswe's father's life is heartbreaking, and the cases of the doctor and the missing boy are the most like real mystery stories. All of it is linked together by a simple, heartwarming central relationship and the author's love for the setting of Botswana.
catalogthis on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this. The first chapter was a classic Agatha Christie-style mystery, but since then the author has turned back to clock to introduce us to Mma Ramotswe's father and childhood in Botswana. An unconventional start to a typical detective story, but then again, Mma Ramotswe is an unconventional detective.The larger mystery arc is a bit dark, but provides a nice contrast to the more frivolous cases. And McCall Smith does a wonderful job of providing glimpses of everyday life in Botswana.Great experience as an audiobook; Lisette Lecat is a fantastic narrator. I'll read the next book in the series the "old fashioned" way, though, just to compare. I hope the humor and poignancy come across on the page as well as they do in Lecat's narration.
name99 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very cute stuff. Perhaps a little paternalistic, and, like Harry Potter, feels like the author is targetting a particular reading age and is afraid to use sophisticated vocabulary or grammar, but cute all the same.
Goodwillbooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Ladies¿ No. 1 Detective Agency tells the story of Mma Precious Ramotswe, a confident, self-sufficient woman in Botswana. We learn of Mma Ramotswe's family, childhood, and first unhappy marriage, and of her determination to start a detective agency. Several comments/reviews I've read suggest that these "mysteries" are rather simple and more like short stories; accordingly, the book is more about a woman, who happens to be a detective. I'd take it a step further and say that this is actually a story about Africa, and the "new" Africa arising from the traditional Africa. In fact, like all good books, it layers different themes on top of each other, and the result is a picture - a portrayal - of life. The story weaves her first cases, some simple, some complex, into a picture of Africa today, with its beauty and its problems. Her last case ends, "she was crying; for her own child too - remembering the minute hand that had grasped her own, so briefly, while it tried to hold on to a strange world that was slipping away so quickly. There was so much suffering in Africa that it was tempting just to shrug your shoulders and walk away. But you can't do that, she thought. You just can't." It's a view we don't see often, and one to which we can't wait to return - if only to see what happens after the book's particularly sweet final pages.
xicanti on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first book in Alexander McCall Smith's popular series is a quick, lovely read. He introduces the reader to Mma Precious Ramotswe, the only female private detective in Botswana, and follows her as she solves a variety of cases. Though the book is marketed as a novel, it¿s set up more like a series of short stories involving Mma Ramotswe. There¿s one mystery that runs through the whole book, and there are occasional references to the other cases, but for the most part the incidents are self-contained.The book is also something of a departure from your typical mystery in that most of the solutions rely more on Mma Ramotswe¿s knowledge ¿ and manipulation ¿ of human nature than on sets of clues presented in such a way that the reader can guess along. Readers who prefer the latter type of mystery may be put off my McCall Smith¿s approach, so I recommend that people approach this book more as an enjoyable read than an interactive experience. There are frequent references to Agatha Christie, but I¿m not sure that the author is aiming for the same thing at all.McCall Smith's love for Africa shines through on every page, and it's that more than anything else that makes this such a delightful read. It's a book about the land and the people, and the author does a beautiful job of giving the reader a sense of both. He's particularly good at writing dialogue in such a way that the reader gets an instant sense of just how each character talks. We learn about these characters through their demeanor and their actions as much as through the little background details McCall Smith provides.Overall, this was a quick, heartwarming read. I¿m looking forward to trying more of the author¿s work.
stelled on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alexander McCall Smith captured my attention when he titled his story "The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency." He captured my heart in the first chapter that introduced me to Precious Ramotswe,a Botswana citizen. Mma Ramotswe has just buried her father at the start of the book and the money legacy he left her has given her the means to start a new career in the Capital city of Gabarone. Armed with the insturctive book,Clovis Anderson's "Principles of Private Detection", Mma Romatswe opens her doors to the troubled people of Botswana. Mr. Smith's simple style of writing disguises a more thoughtful, pensive underlay. As Mma Romatswe goes about detecting,her actions and thoughts are goverened by the basic rules of morality and kindness that she learned at her late father's knee. How refreshing to be reminded of basic decency in such an entertaining way.The lyrical way that Mr.Smith describes the surrounding countryside gave me a glimpse of the stark beauty and restless habitat of a wilderness. He effortlessly weaves the picture of a developing nation and it's Capitol into the storyline in such a way that I began to feel I had actually been a tourist there. The characters that become a part of Mma Ramotswe life each bring their distinct personalities into play and make this book hard to put down once you start reading it. The cases that are accepted by Mma Ramotswe are diverse and vary in nature and complexity. However,Mma Ramotswe tackles each one with the energy and ingenuity that make it hard to wait to get your hands on the next book in the series.
Marliesd on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love all the Mma Ramotswe books--they are cheerful and fun!
golsonwill on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I like this book. It felt like short stories put together. I like how each time she went somewhere, it was in the "tiny white van". Everytime he used the exact same words. It was really cute! The way it ended, sure opened it up for another book.