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In the preface
to the Autobiography of an Unknown Indian, Nirad C. Chaudhuri offered:
"I do not think that any apologies are expected from me for the autobiographical
form of the book or for the presence in it of a good deal of egoistic
matter." Amitava Kumar too has no need to apologise as he embarks
on a remarkable travelogue, a journey bookended, elucidated and finally
transformed by reading.
The late Niradbabu focused on himself; Kumar's personal musings is one
of many sources that include the library, the classroom, an Indian restaurant
and images of Gandhi the salesman-saint. But another Chaudhuri aphorism
holds the key to Bombay-London-New York: "A man persuades himself
best, and best convinces others, by means of his own experiences."
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BOMBAY-LONDON-NEW YORK
By Amitava Kumar
Penguin
Price: Rs 250
Pages: 224
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Kumar's primary concern is to explore "how and why we read",
a quest that turns into a contentious, illuminating travelogue into the
heart of reading itself. In the Patna of his youth, books were absent.
"Paper was to be worshipped ... (this) freed you from the burden
of doing any reading." But it is Patna that shaped him, allowed him
to understand the yearning of the small-town boy in The Romantics, to
appreciate the dusty learning of the librarian in his home town, to identify
with Mr Biswas' urgent desire to find a wider world.
As Kumar broadens the horizons of his world, he embarks simultaneously
on an interrogation of the world of Indian writers in English. The journey
sets a reverse trajectory to that of V.S. Naipaul as it moves back to
Trinidad from England, returns to the urgent contemporary politics of
Hanif Kureishi, whose battleground is a complex mix of sexual and political
identity, and meanders down several minor but rewarding tributaries.
If Kumar's appreciation of Naipaul is almost fawning, he compensates
with an acute eye on other writers. In a fascinating argument, he explores
the effects of economic liberalisation as reflected in A Suitable Boy,
New World and English, August and other works, casting a questioning light
on the way we view ourselves.
A book that aspires to meld Third World power politics with an exploration
of immigration, that juxtaposes personal memory with crisp statistics,
that employs poetry as a key witness stands in danger of turning into
a khichdi. Here, every argumentative grain is freestanding, the parts
blending into a whole that provides ample food for thought.
Not that this allows for complacency on the reader's part. In the Conclusion,
we move from Tagore's reflections on the morality of altitude to the explosion
in The Satanic Verses that sent Farishta and Chamcha tumbling into thin
air, to the reality of Mohammed Ayuz, stowaway whose fall to earth is
swift, terrible and final. The stowaway, Kumar implies, is the illegal
passenger: the one the writers don't write about, the one the critics
don't see. The one beyond our reach, who carries a terrible freight-"the
memory of a whole weight of dispossession", and the one whose thoughts
as he hurtled towards the ground we cannot be impertinent enough to attempt
to capture, in words.
 
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