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Sunday, December 2, 2001
Books

RKN: his "Guide" and guideless
Review by R.P. Chaddah

The Writerly Life — Selected Non-Fiction of R.K. Narayan
edited by S. Krishnan, Viking, New Delhi. Pages 518. Rs 395.

AS I sat down on October 10 to write the review of R.K. Narayan’s selected non-fiction, I suddenly remember that it is the birth anniversary of the master short story-teller and the novelist. This review is a tribute to RKN who had a quiet demise this May at the age of 90 plus. RKN’s writing career spanned seven illustrious decades from the 1930s to the 1990s.

Throughout his career he wrote non-fiction partly to eke out a living by doing a regular column for a Madras daily. RKN’s interest in the short essay, he calls it discursive essay, led him to comment on just about every thing of the world around him. Over the years the short subjective essay became Narayan’s forte and it was the perfect platform for his keen observation and anecdotal narrative.

"I have always been drawn to the personal essay in which you could see something of the author himself apart from the theme... The personal essay was enjoyable because it had the writer’s likes, dislikes, and his observations, always with a special flavour of humour, sympathy, aversion, style, charm, even oddity." (Foreword)

 


The essays written at various times indicate his growth as well as concerns as a writer.

The essays have been divided into four sections. The first group of essays cover the period upto the 1950s. The second comprises the essays written from the 1950s to the 1970s. The next section presents pieces from the 1970s to the 1990s and is titled "Later Essays". All of Narayan’s essays on the subject of writing have been clubbed together in the last section "The world of the writer".

To go back to the 1930s and read about life’s little ironies happening in a slow paced small town of South India, I think, will be too much of a drag for the fastforward remote-oriented and computer-mouse next generation. But a time comes when one feels like getting disconnected from the day-to-day happenings, telecast at all hours of the day and one feels like reading something not too heavy. That is the time for RKN to make an entry, of course, this time with his non-fiction, non-Malgudi characters.

All the essays in the first section are from his weekly column in a Madras daily and he managed to fill this column for nearly 20 years without a break. These essays showcase his ability to charmingly etch the characteristics of the world around him. The topics he covers are as diverse as allergy, humour, sychophancy, importance of waste paper basket, and trains and travellers. One essay, an all-time favourite of mine, is "Behind one another". An excerpt.

"It must be admitted that the queue is a necessity. It is a sign of an abnormal, confused and congested existence... Even the most hardened person never likes to be seen standing in a queue. It is always recommended for others... Everyone hopes that he will be able to find someone else to do the standing for him. I read the other day of a Delhi refugee making a living as a stand-in at the bus-stop for babus in a hurry. Who knows how this will develop? It may become a specialised job, depending upon one’s ‘standing’ endurance."

RKN draws his inspiration while writing about sychophancy from a dialogue between Hamlet and Polonius (Shakespeare’s Hamlet). According to RKN, the essence of a sychophant’s success lies in his capacity to remain agreeable under all conditions. Further on, he says that there is no word such as "sychophantess" just as there is no such thing as yes-woman.

Narayan’s jottings about his travels in America when he was in the process of writing his tour-de-force "The Guide" appears in full as "My dateless diary". As he journeys across the vast continent, he is able to see American way of life at close quarters but he finds himself incapable of adopting their mannerisms or their free-from-shackles way of living. One incident stands out from his very first days in New York. At a self-service cafeteria he goes to take his breakfast and when he approached the coffee counter and was asked, "black or white?" "Neither", replied Narayan. "What do you mean?. To this Narayan said, "I want it neither, black nor white, but brown, which ought to be the colour of honest coffee, that’s how we make it in South India where devotees of perfection in coffee assemble from all over the world."

Narayan’s opinion about America and Americans holds good even today.

"Americans have always displayed great hospitality to a writer who is humorous at their expense; but they hate to be hated...Within the country itself there are small prides and prejudices which one must fully appreciate if one is to understand the country and its people. The test of a visitor’s understanding is his sharing of local prejudices."

Americans "hate to be hated" that was in 1950s. In 2001 and after September 11, things are not the same. Americans have now a new villain to loathe and fear. Of late, Americans love to personalise their rage: Saddam, Khomeini, Mussoloni, Hitler and now Osama bin Laden. In interactions with groups of students Narayan comes to know how his work is dissected in the far off America, much more than in India, the country of his birth and the locale of his fictional exercises.

Essays written in the 50s, the 60s and the 70s speak of various aspects of Narayan’s engagement with post-independence India. The tell-all titles reveal Narayan’s areas of interest — the election game, red-tape culture, Hindi enthusiasts, castes: old and new. And something personal too — looking one’s age, a picture of years. In the centenary year of the postcard (1979) he talks of the plus points in writing letters on a postcard. "The chief merit of a car is that it circulates in an open society. No secrets are possible... It is pilfer-proof. Nobody has any use for a used postcard."

The section "Later essays" provide a rare glimpse into Narayan’s private world. In this section there are some longer essays which RKN wrote on topics which were significant to him at that point of time. RKN’s educational outlook, his funny encounters, table talk, permitted laughter and his meeting Ved Mehta, the writer, and also his meeting with Indira Gandhi et al, form the core of this section.

In the section "The world of the writer" his oft-quoted essays on the making of the film "The Guide" and his great disappointment at the hands of the film crew — director, actor, locale of the novel which was shifted from South India to the picturesque Rajasthan, etc. The second essay is on his not getting the Nobel Prize for Literature, though he was one of the hot contenders conveys his anger and angst. These two essays along with "The problems of the Indian writer" bring out the mindset of the then aged writer.

RKN became a household name only after the making of the film "The Guide" based on his Sahitya Akademi Award Winning novel of the same name. "Mr Sampath" made according to his instructions in Madras never got him countrywide recognition. RKN became touchy and fussy about it. No writer bothers as much as RKN did when his novel or story is adapted in a film. Tennessee Williams even allowed the great Hollywood film and stage director Elia Kazan to change the ending of his plays for stage or cinematic effect in the sixties of last century. Nearer home, Ruskin Bond, I think, never bothered about anything when his novel "The Flight of the Pigeons" was made into a movie by the cine actor Shashi Kapoor.

The essays hold a certain flavour for the senior citizens now, or for those readers who have grown up with the growth of RKN as a novelist of world repute in the past twenty odd years or so.