Bipolar Disorder

July 16, 2014

BD is a good tool to have to deal with the world. So far I have only developed a split-personality. I hope to evolve.

Post colonial immigrant literature in English

July 5, 2014

It is one of the most fraudulent type. Most of such authors, who wrote in this line, have won so many literary accolades that they may look almost unassailable. But they are fast becoming out-dated, as a more literate world has become more discerning in the matters of literature and art. It is slowly realizing that they have lost touch with matters totally, in their efforts to write about the things they had no first-hand idea about. And then live up to the burden of their accomplishments, so celebrated in their adopted world. Mostly because they apologized very profoundly in their work, on its behalf. But, notably, they are being taken very skeptically by the academia–with its new found consciousness of the world–of it, nowadays; while they continue to be celebrated in their original countries, which they often deal with very severely–to the extent that they almost appear disowning it.

The most celebrated writing by immigrants in English is about rubbishing the former colonies in every manner. And present them as if they were always meant to be colonized. Preferably by the British, as it was of a superior kind of colonialism than–say Spanish or Dutch.It must have been hard for these writers to disown their own culture to the extent that they begin to be liked by the far advanced ones–in terms of science and technology. Their blindness to their new adopted world, to which they have tried to belong so rigorously, mostly in their writing, betrays how limited a vision they had for the literary matters.

It is revealing when one reads the work of an Indian writer, who tries to write about his adopted city like London, instead of the one where he was born. This borrowed sensitivity, from the classical literature in English, by someone like Charles Dickens, begins to read like a parody. Unlike the language of science, the language of art is not same across the cultures. Had they put the same efforts in defining even a rural countryside they had known, they might have created a better literature.

This was about the first generation immigrant writers.

About the second generation ones, or their next generation: one has little idea about the country from where their parents immigrated or the ones where they were born and lived. The later might be because they inherited the xenophobia of their parents to the extent that they were unable to look closely around at the culture which was so different than their own. For the instinct to preserve their own culture is the most strong among the immigrants.

There are very few who have written about their new countries entirely bereft of an idea of their origin. May be in the coming days we will have that, when a generation appears which has been fully naturalized in their new countries. The little literature which is available so far, from this generation, is mostly a lament about the hardship and racial discrimination they and their parents suffered, in the process of naturalization over the generations. If someone will break this limitation is not sure, for the racial feelings are so deeply entrenched that two or three generations are not enough to bridge them. More so, when the world seems to have taken a step back, when it is said to have taken a step ahead. As the voices against immigration are becoming ever more strident, as the world looks as if it is failing.

So, the literature too seem to be fulfilling its limited intended purpose, like most other things. Its failure to change the world hauntingly resounds–as manifested by most of the defeatist type of it being celebrated the most. Something full of ambition is absent.

A literary death

June 27, 2014

Typically a British literary affair. An immigrant author given a literary prize for also making other than literary achievements. To be an activist of any cause is the death of a writer. Salman should take it as a warning of his waning as a writer. People have started writing his obituary and his books could be mentioned only as an after thought.
But he has had a windfall too, in terms of marrying slim women always taller than him, and holding them by their thin waists like a trophy, while being photographed in his bow ties and a wicked smile. He was perhaps not as ugly as people thought he was. It all evokes a sharp pang of envy, to think about his career in those terms, except his work.
But he has always been so loved one of British literary establishment. He has even won a booker of a booker. One remembers his interview to BBC, appealing the power that be at it, for one thing or another. He made some really shrewd career moves to be.
So it was a career worth learning from.

On in-laws

June 25, 2014

Tulsis were a hilarious lot as in-laws of Mr. Biswas. It looks as if his life was spent defying the domineering Tulsis. The family being almost Matriarchal, every son-in-law joined it, to render his services to further the name of Tulsis. Being a rebel, Mr. Biswas suffered Tulsis but walked out often, unlike other sons-in-law.
In ‘The mystique messieurs’, Pandit Ganesh nearly bargains every penny out of his would be father-in-law as dowry, and does not dedicate his only book to him, many years later. The book answers the Hindu religious questions in a matter of fact way, and helps in establishing Pandit Ganesh’s political career. But he was to migrate to London.
Naipaul does well to deal with the Hindu in-laws he knew. But he spared his own English or Pakistani ones.
The in-laws have made a fortune while escaping malaria or diarrhea. I mean the beginning was as humble for them. But the father-in-law dies in a car crash. It was a trendy Japanese SUV he was driving on the highway. Dilip says his father-in-law must have looked upon his death with satisfaction, from the heavens, for his humble beginning. The bonus was a few column centimeters of news in the national daily, his car accident also secured, with the brand of the car also mentioned.
In ‘The royal enigma’ it was a disappointment, that his father-in-law could not begin a political career, for Dilip, as he might have liked to die in a crash of a private jet….

Smart writing

June 22, 2014

Literary Hatchet buried?

June 21, 2014

It seems this reviewer or columnist is so at peace wit the literary world that he is almost a pacifist. And he thinks his laziness or lack of competence or knowledge in literary matters is that of everyone in The USA or elsewhere.
This kind of complacency you expect from a magazine feature-writer, which has become so venerated that no one is surprised by its content recently and so has ceased to care what it publishes.
Even a casual look at literary forums is enough to discover how thriving a place it is to be.
If you consider Goodreads as one, I can assure you it has trashed more NY bestsellers than any other forums. Almost all the popular books of Vampire fiction, mommy porn or young adult genres have been obliterated to pieces for their not being a true literature.
So ignorance is not a bliss. Reading public is more critical than many think, and it is reading more diversely than ever. The Hatchet was never buried. Readers are out there to skin the feable writers or critics in the literary world.

Faking emotions

June 18, 2014

His work was like faking emotions, to calm or create the anxieties of the society about it. Just like a woman faking an orgasm, to manipulate her man.

Words saturate the world

June 15, 2014

It seems more words are useless. The world has enough of them.
Probably we have so much around that even if all the reading people try to make a conscious effort at finish them reading together, they might not succeed. It is so while people are reading several times more the number of words each day, than they used to say a decade back.
Still people have not given up producing words or reading them.
May be the importance of the words the readers look for has been accentuated by the absence of them.
Good writers will always be in demand.
Bad ones can not hide behind their words for ever.

The underclass lover

June 13, 2014

The last nail in her coffin

June 12, 2014

A scandalous literary career over, without producing anything remarkable. Becoming absurdly rich was the first set back. Taking up publicly a political cause by a writer is the last nail in her coffin.


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