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BOOKS
The Passions of Bengal
A spectacle of life and time from a master storyteller
By M. Mukundan
What
impresses the reader, in the first place, is the construction technology
that has gone into the making of First Light. It resembles a high-rise,
with dozens of well-lit, airy rooms-chapters-which a critic's fury, even
an 8.1 on the Richter scale, cannot cause to bite the dust. Sunil Gangopadhyay
is a remarkable architect and builder of fiction.
Though
spread over more than 700 pages, this is not a novel of ideas. It is rather
a novelscape of events with a multitude of characters thrown in. With
perennially recharged creative energy and dexterity, Gangopadhyay constructs
event after event and carves out a stream of vivid characters one after
another. A raconteur par excellence, he is comparable to master storyteller
Kambar whose characters peremptorily narrate stories to each other even
as they are drowning in the swirling river.
The novel comprises an unending string of stories,
each crafted
to perfection. One of the personages is none other than Rabindranath Tagore,
a poet in an imagined novel. Jose Saramago did it too, placing the late
poet Fernando Pessoa at
the centre of his novel, The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis. Pessoa
is good company for Dr Reis as he loiters onto the rain-washed, deserted
Lisbon river banks swept by cold winds and when he makes love to the hotel
maid Lydia, entering the room through the closed doors.
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FIRST LIGHT
By Sunil
Gangopadhyay
Trs by Aruna
Chakravarti
Penguin
Price: Rs 395
Pages: 793 |
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Saramago's is virgin imagination whereas Gangopadhyaya's
description of Tagore's acts are not born of imagination-Tagore sounds
trivial writing a poem the moment he is in the company of a pretty woman.
However, Gangopadhyay sounds original when he describes with subtlety
Tagore's love for his sister-in-law Kadambari.
But then First light is not a fictional work
on Tagore, neither one on Swami Vivekananda or Ramakrishna Paramhansa
who also show up in the novel briefly. The main personage of his work
is time, a brief history covering over 30 years, from 1880 to 1910. Brief
though it is, for Bengal it meant a period marked with turbulence. The
novel paints events like the partition of Bengal, the rise of nationalism,
the nascent movement for the country's independence. Above all, First
light is a novel on human relationships. Gangopadhyay is at his best when
he talks about love and great passion for women, as that of king Birchandra
Manikya's illegitimate son Bharat's for the bondmaid Bhumisuta.
The narrative is studded with flourishes and
flamboyance. Words of many hues ring tinsel: "The Ganga, rippling
and shimmering like a sheet of silk..." And, "He saw the stars
winking and glowing, pale and gold against a purple sky". When Shashibhushan
sees Bhumisuta for the first time, she was holding a bunch of white flowers
in her hand. Men have "dark eyes and wavy hair".
While passing through the grand Bengali narrative,
your nose craves for the smell of fish and mustard oil. But alas, there's
none. All that is there is gold, silk, the moon, the stars, birds and
flowers.
Many a passage in the novel, right from the
first chapter-describing throngs of tribals coming out of the forest to
attend the village festival like a "rainbow-hued river" wrapped
in colourful loin clothes-is spectacular. So are the wedding scenes and
the death of Kadambari. The novel, eminently rendered in English by Aruna
Chakravarti, is a spectacle of life and time. It bares, though, a certain
amount of historical material, including the fact that Tagore had piles.
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