More than a writer it’s a fall of
conscience. A possibility for a better self. If a human being has aesthetic
capacity to celebrate liberty and give context and meaning for humanity to
expand its existential bearings then it becomes a responsibility. A writer has
responsibility not as a moralizer or preacher but a cataloger of the times we
live in an utter sincerity of comprehensive and lack. Not a mere cataloger but a
conjurer of an alternate world or thought with his or her creative
sensibilities, to create aesthetics of expanding freedom and liberty that makes
life meaningful, each life a burgeoning possibility of deeper understanding or
a satisfying presence for progressive collective. Good literature may not save
humanity but it certainly can save a person and with that the humanity, by
expanding reader’s sensibilities and his or her capacity to experience freedom
and understand value of liberty. This then leads to fulfilling path of exacting
estimation of contemporary reality and possibilities. Not of certainties but clarities
of nuance in ever-changing complexities of an uncertain world. It expands mind
for chaos and stillness of life, and accept vaster realities. A good writer
liberates the reader. Words can shape like birds and come alive. It makes life
urgent, curious and delight the path of understanding.
.jfif)
The recent book by Amitav Ghosh is
a failure of a writer but more of a human. This failure is not accidental but
systemic. He was considered a foremost fiction writer and a conscientious human.
This book Ghost Eye (not read, nor will I read…the same reason I don’t have
to read holy books to reject it with the awareness of juvenile premise as also
how much damage it has done to humanity over centuries) gives credence to the
worst. Indian english writing suffers from crave for validation from West hence the performance. Ghosh is few rare authors who not only resisted this with his fiction but also his
stand against degrading conceptions like commonwealth. What though is clear is that he is no longer the
same, and is quite clearly co-opted by the system of benefit which ofcourse he
was always receptive to. This book is a nauseating demonstration of someone
seeking validation from West by presenting the exotic cliched other. What is obnoxious
in this attempt is normalizing of horrors of primitives in India. The charlatans,
the pseudoscience, superstitions and juvenile rituals of sleaze that wrench
soul of India in every street corner. With monster mullah hugged by vacant elois
in West caste cannibals have tiptoed from the woodwork with renewed vigor displaying
their cosmic level muck. This book is that confidence. While conscientious Indian
reviewers are dismayed -aware of the pernicious civilizational lapse, they call out the fake. The western reviewers meanwhile are understandably circumspect,
not because they aren’t aware of exotic garbed breach but because of their self-flagellating
narration that compromise them into apology (islamophilic left leaning british The
Guardian egged by caste cannibals -as representing India -so much so that
their persistent anti-india slant should be seen as racism, is “let down by the
prose” in the book! An example of compromised reviewer incapacitated by relativism).
India suffers lack of basic critical thinking, education system is largely compromised to negotiate desperate
upper mobility, while politicians, media, religion, are here to churn herd and
make them feel special. Ghosh is in a position which very few Indians can ever be.
He had the opportunity to nurture his skills from early on and the wherewithal as
well as talent to materialize it into some fantastic writing over the decades. He
had to evolve but he couldn’t. There is a reason why I stopped following Indian
writers (except exceptional rare few) they will take you down, beyond a point
they lack the complexity of craft or sincerity of awareness. It is not only
confined to writing. The intellectual section is severely compromised, and they
are quite aware of it hence this fervency to cover the track and control
narration specifically for western consumption. Lacking much grip on contemporary
their attention is always on history, to construct a rosy picture to not only
place their entitlements but also to evaluate the present in this rarefied
fiction. Amartya Sen, with his obsessive regurgitation, moonwalked as historian
while at other times as benign local guardian, consolidated this narration for worst
of people to munch on (indeed he wrote a tome on
ancient Indian justice system without mention of caste in its foundational context, and extends this superficiality into contemporary without serious concern for environment!). History is the hunting ground of charlatan class to not only control
narration but to cleverly thrive it to opportunistic path of self-aggrandizing redemption.
It is literally history making in all its metaphoric alluding! To understand
these people who work in rarefied field of reading and writing -that some are especially
entitled (indeed crave) to be classified as wise, one must read theories that
they use as intellectual ruse. Hegelian conservatism is a compelling standpoint
of intellectual class to hitch their wagon. Create an extreme binary of uncouth
politicians or mainstream culture, or whatever heuristic opportunistic deal of
the day, this anti-thesis is their calling. Whether it is obfuscating truth is
not a concern as long as it fits the binary narration. Many thriving careers
are built on mock fight of binary taken to extremes. In Indian context it
becomes a rant that many times turn absurd. This book is in that tradition. To not
only position as anti-thesis to supposedly western lack of spiritual bearing (which india
is overflowing with we are told, bleary eyed westerners do drop in for the
search while Indians gawk at them!) but to stake exalted exceptional civilizational awareness
in no uncertain terms. Ghosh’s fiction is extending Sen’s nonfictional fiction.
It is how civilization is built for common people to study and wonder. It is realization
of reason through mythical history, to claim past society in perfect state. This
gossipy nether is a hollow substitute for genuine engagement. It is a framework
on which balderdash of native intelligence work into common psyche that keep
them stupefied when faced with utter stupidity in the name of tradition and faith.
Reincarnation is absolute nonsense;
it can be compelling theme for cheap fiction or horror or whatever that can rivet
the herd but for a serious writer to show ambiguity on these matters is a grievous untenable breach. A good fiction writer keeps it open for the reader, and
surely not reveal unless he or she is moralizing. I recall a short story by
Mark Tully (or was it Kushwant Singh?) that I read many decades back wherein
childless couple do penance while she ‘visit’ the sadhu. The child born as ‘miracle’
is kept open to conjecture. This is very much the Indian reality. Or in my earlier
blog I quoted Siebo There Below (Laszlo Krasznahorakai). Now read these
lines again “…so that unfortunately the pair of eyes glancing over there by
accident sees nothing, just a motionless bird leaning forward, doing nothing:
such a person, with his brain in the trough of observation, would have been
the only among us -and perhaps he will never see anything else ever again
and will remain that way for his entire life, and what could have given his
life meaning is passed over, and because of that his life will be sad,
impoverished, worn, dreary with bitterness: a life without hope, risk, or
greatness, without the sense of any higher order…”. The emphasized words are
where the author enters to avoid pontifying. If these words weren’t there the writing
will shrink as it looks down on the reader, indeed all existence. This remarkable
attribute to be aware, as a writer as well as a reader as also overall context
of life. I don’t claim to be a writer but when I used to write fiction, I am
deeply aware of this. This ofcourse doesn’t exist when writing nonfiction as I go
for jugular to make it clear and urgent. If herd is the word that fulfills the definition,
then go for it. There is no dilution whatsoever. This society doesn’t really deserve
mild handling.
Wittgenstein oft quoted, mostly misquoted, “even if
all possible scientific questions are answered, the problems
of life still have not been touched at all” is fallaciously predictive making
it irrational. The premise is dubious. The process of understanding world is channelized
systematized inquisitiveness as scientific method. Problems of science is
problem of humanity. Doing science is doing life. Every part of life is doing science.
There is no distinction. They are embedded. These don’t pose different types of
questions nor are they different type of language. So, by its very nature it is
irrational to claim that “all possible scientific questions are answered”. Obviously,
the intention is to question the methodology and its incompatibility to answer spiritual
existential questions, or shall we say, matter related to consciousness (religion
needn’t be mistaken into this, a premise understood and easily dismissed as it
stands on juvenile claims). This distinction is fallacious. World has more
understanding of reality than what was possible hundred years back. What was considered
unanswered, or indeed unanswerable, is now answered or we have more insight. What
was miraculous is now inane. Understanding is a process and science is consolidation
of consciousness for better understanding. It is too specious to claim that “…problems
of life still have not been touched at all…”. We have no way to know, and we don’t
know, and best of humans will carry this humility. It goes without saying that the
best of human will necessarily carry mindset of the best of scientist. And surely
best of scientists will need to carry comprehensive understanding to be best of
a human. With this in mind there is no distinction in human pursuit. Existential
is awareness, and awareness is existential. Wittgenstein contention therefore is
fallacious, doesn’t stand the scrutiny. It is product of wishful philosophy. It
is incapacitated to bind mind and matter. It lacks awareness that a wave is
also a particle and a particle is also a wave. As we open our understanding to
quantum world our awareness will go deeper. Ofcourse there will still be questions
unanswered which necessarily means that there is more of research needed and
still these may remain unanswered…. It doesn’t however mean that it cannot be answered
(nor it means a definite answer). That is not how life evolved. If there is no
answer there is silence. Silence is also an answer. Silence is also what is
said. Silence is also not forever. The fact that we are aware of what is still unanswered,
and what is it that we are not able to find answer is a big step, and is indeed
beginning of the answer.