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Showing posts with label A Suitable Boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Suitable Boy. Show all posts

Sunday, July 26, 2009

The God of Small Things-II

How other cultures perceive one's own culture is an interesting issue for debate.

Of course, one has to agree on certain aspects before we can begin a debate – for instance, what is “culture”, and what is “one's own” culture and what do we mean by “other cultures”.

Last week, I was part of a classroom audience as a group of students discussed Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small Things.

None of the presenters was from India. All of them were erudite, academically oriented and some even scholarly.

They raised several pertinent issues – from Roy’s dexterous and felicitous use of English. to the intricate, incomprehensible and yet omniscient caste system in India.

What struck me as a singularly important aspect of the discussion was the universal appeal of Roy’s book (barring two notable exceptions).

I consider The God of Small Things (1997) as one of the three books that shaped the literary sensibilities of the English-speaking and reading world in the last quater of the 20th century.

Midnight’s Children (1981) and A Suitable Boy (1994) are the other two. It's not a coincidence that all the writers are of Indian origin.

Rushdie, Roy and Seth changed forever the English novel – a point also raised during the discussion.

In The God of Small Things, Roy says, “The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.”

This is true of Midnight’s Children, The God of Small Things and A Suitable Boy.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

A Suitable Boy

Vikram Seth will do a sequel to A Suitable Boy. It’ll be called A Suitable Girl. Seth will get – hold your breath – 1.7 million pounds from Hamish Hamilton.

A Suitable Boy is a masterpiece. It’s a book that you never wish ends, and the writer almost grants you your wish.

It’s the nearest to reading Premchand in English.

I read it many years after it was first published. The reason for the delay was its daunting size; it’s supposed to be the longest novel in the English language.

But once you begin to read, there’s just no way you can put it down.

All through the book I wanted Lata Mehra to marry Amit Chatterjee, but she marries the straightforward and boring Harish Khanna.

It's a prudent choice, I guess. Girls who marry interesting guys suffer.

I wanted Mann Kapoor and Saeeda Bai to be together. But she refuses even to see him in the end, preferring agonizing loneliness.

Again, a prudent (though heart-wrenching) decision. Tawaifs and young lovers don’t have a future together.

Even Jawaharlal Nehru is a character in the book. The author doesn’t have him speak. Nehru, while spending a night alone in a dak bungalow, reminiscences of his pre-independence era affair.

The book creates images of the fictional Brahmpur that to me brought back memories of Bahedi, a small town on the Bareilly-Katgodam railway line where I had extended stays in the early 1980s. And, once while I was at the guesthouse, ND Tiwari, who was passing through, came and camped for the night in the next room.

The novel brings to life a young nation’s phoenix-like rise from the ashes of partition. It weaves several complex themes that a nascent nation grappled with often unsuccessfully and yet never wavered from the chosen path. In so many ways, A Suitable Boy is an accompaniment to Ramchandra Guha’s India After Gandhi.

The book is an epic and Seth is a master. A Suitable Boy can effortlessly translate into a blockbuster Hindi movie. Ashutosh Gowarikar, with his talent and attention to detail, can easily turn the book to celluloid.

I had tried reading The Golden Gate (an imitation of Alexander Pushkin's Eugene Onegin written in iambic tetrameter verse), but couldn’t move beyond the initial phase. Pet iguanas didn’t appeal to me then; they don’t even now.

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