Showing posts with label historical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label historical. Show all posts

Jan 2, 2015

The House on The Strand by Daphne Du Maurier

I am never able to determine which is my favourite book by Daphne Du Maurier ; the famous Rebecca or the not so famous The House on The Strand. Incidentally , My Cousin Rachel scores very high in my list of favourites too.  However The House on The Strand has a special place in my heart, possibly because like its protagonist, I would love to disappear into another world whenever I wished, my physical surroundings notwithstanding. 


In my opinion, the best review and insight of the book is actually provided by Celia Brayfield's introduction. So if you are reading the book for the very first time, you should start off with the story and return to the introduction at the very end. Celia provides a wonderful understanding of the characters, the context in which Du Maurier had shaped the events, characters and the story. And of course it's fun to compare notes at the end. 


The story starts off with a description of Tywardreath in the fourteenth century which looks similar to the current day country land around Kilmarth to protagonist Dick Young. The conflicts start off early in the book. Sometimes it is the shape of the land and what existed on it or didn't and some times it is about Dick's internal struggles to come to terms with his professional failure and the fact that he might have to accept wife's help and offer to work in America. Hence it is not surprising that Dick gladly accepts his old friend and successful research scientist Magnus Lane's offer to test out couple of experimental drugs. Very similar to medieval dream poetry where there is a guide for the central character, Dick ends up with one named Roger Kylmerth. He is a horseman with considerable authority, to Sir Henry Champernoune and his evil wife Joanna. Every time Dick experiments with a recommended drug from Magnus, he ends waking up in Roger's vicinity.  And he sees the medieval world of Tywardreath through Roger's eyes albeit a guide's eyes. 

While Dick is glad to lose himself in the world of nobility, politics of the fourteenth century, he gets too involved and addicted to the goings on due to his softness for a certain Lady Isolda Carminowe or " a lass unparalleled, who alas would never look at me ". In his waking hours, Dick is enthused into researching the village, finding old buildings that survived from the fourteenth century and looking up old records of landowners. He finds historical records and hence proof of existence of the Priory and people that he had seen during his visions. His visionary world seems more real, and his addiction is fuelled by Magnus's own interests albeit selfish ones. 

Magnus has an unwavering hold over Dick and the latter's attraction is mixed with confused adoration and willingness to be "suggestible" as Magnus describes him. Unfortunately for Dick, the events going on in his own life like the arrival of his wife and kids for spending the summer seem rather  dreary to him. So much so that when "the telephone began to ring, sounding , in its insistency, like a summons from a lost, unwanted world " Dick lets it ring. Bad decisions continue and Dick tries to make excuses, cook up stories to keep his family at bay with disastrous consequences. 


With numerous experiments, the physical toll of the drugs and the two worlds start taking a toll on Dick. He starts confusing between the two worlds and things go behind control when Dick is unable to give an explanation for his presence or absence as well as his unpredictable behaviour. Unfortunately for Dick, things are not hunky dory in his other world too. Lady Isolda's jealous husband murders her lover Sir Otto Bodrugan and Magnus decides that things in fourteenth century are too interesting to let Dick take the trip alone. He plans for a visit to Kilmarth but mysteriously dies in an incident implicating Dick as a consequence. After a lot of trouble, investigations , the appearance of an astute Dr. Powell and an inherited house,  Dick is finally at peace and  free of the need of visiting  the medieval word of the fourteenth century in his visions, but only because his guide, Roger Kylmerth has died . Of course whether Dick would physically be free of the effects of his numerous visits to Tywardreath is something that future can tell. 

May 15, 2014

Not a Nice Man to Know by Khushwant Singh

Source: Penguin Books India
My first introduction to Khushwant Singh was when I came across few of his joke books. Reading those ribald jokes at a young age made me feel squirmish and I assumed his writing would be similar. Naturally I didn't read any of his books till a very long age. I also started reading books by Indian authors during my final year of college. However I didn't come across Khushwant Singh's books and neither did I search for them. Few years later, I chanced upon "Death at my Doorstep". The first story blew me away. It was his obituary. The way he had written his obituary made an impact on me rather than the fact that he had actually written his own obituary. That someone could be so critical and laugh at himself in writing was new to me. I naturally read the whole of the book and finally got hooked into his writing. I also couldn't believe that I had been silly enough to assume that the man who could compose those jokes could actually write well. Well silly and ignorant.

Despite work increasing by the day,  I do take out time to read but I feel sad that I cannot read as much as I would have loved to. Khushwant Singh's death on March 20 brought back those memories of how I loved reading  his books ( I have actually read very few ) and I decided to indulge in my favorite past-time again. 

I've always preferred his writings about real people and situations than fiction. "Not a nice man to know" wasn't any different. The book starts of with an introduction by Nandini Mehta and a foreword by Vikram Seth; both of which give an insight to the man Khushwant Singh actually was. My favorite  part of the book was the section on  "Profiles" where there are an assortment of famous people from Arts, Social Work, Politics. I wonder if this actually proves that deep at heart Khushwant Singh was more a journalist than an author. Despite being a self-proclaimed agnostic, his profile of Mother Teresa would make you want to believe in miracles and think that he believed in them too. While profiles of Shraddha Mata , who was famed to be close to Nehru, Amrita Shergill are interesting, my love is reserved for the political profiles and stories. Be it "My Days with Krishna Menon" where you get an insight into Indian politics abroad or the story of "The Hanging of Bhutto" which makes you feel that you were in Pakistan when it happened.

While I had read similar profiles in "Death at my Doorstep", the columns were new for me. Giving a glimpse into his life, Khushwant Singh also teaches readers about few basics. How to avoid great talkers, how to be happy and the best "Prepare for Death while Alive". I must admit that I did take some pointers while reading and hope to implement them. It is funny to think that as a child, I have often thought of why I was born as an Indian. And in "Why I am an Indian", Singh explains that very simply by saying "I did not have any choice: I was born one. If the good Lord had consulted me on the subject, I might have chosen a country more affluent, less crowded, less censorious in matters of food and drink, unconcerned with personal equations and free of religious bigotry." 

The book also contains translations of his poems "Shikwa", "Bara Mah" ( believed to be Guru Nanak's last composition). Since I have never been inclined towards poetry I can hardly comment but they would be a delight to anyone interested. There are few jokes which are not the short bawdy ones I encountered as a child but fun to read anyway. Some of his short stories like "A Bride for the Sahib", "The Death of Shaikh Burnahuddin",  "Train to Pakistan" stay with you a long time after you have read them and this is the sole reason why I can never get over the debate in my head about whether Khushwant Singh is a better writer or a journalist.

Apr 16, 2010

White Mughals by William Darymple

Staying at Kolkata has lot of advantages as I am discovering recently. The city is quite serious about reading books and hence I do not have to venture out to Oxford Bookstore or Crossword to buy a book. Within the 6 months at office, our office has arranged 2 book fairs. However, I was a bit disappointed to see the categories of books being bought by junta. Maximum number of copies were reserved for Harry Potter, Paul Coelho, Sidney Sheldon and the recent favourites.



However there were copies of other books that I was more interested in and considered a serious buy. I have been eyeing William Darymple's books for quite a while and was impressed by the descriptive account of Nine Lives: In Search of the Sacred in Modern India. However, my love for ancient life and customs overtook my interest for Nine Lives. I could just see 2 books in front of my eyes - The Last Mughal: The Fall of A Dynasty in Delhi, 1857 and White Mughals: Love and Betrayal in Eighteenth Century India.

However a love story between an Englishman and a Mughal princess is way more intriguing than the story of Bahadur Shah Zafar. So I promptly made up my mind to buy one book instead of no books and now I am the proud owner of "White Mughals."

I haven't read any of Darymple's previous books like The City of Djinns, The Age of Kali either. Hence his writing style is entirely new to me. However I love the way he tells his stories. In a way it reminds me of the story of 1001 Arabian Nights. You hear some but the rest is left for later. And you're intrigued enough to come back and hear more.
Darymple begins slowly by explaining the existing scenario in India in the 18th century. It is a unique time because the English have still not stabilized their position in India. The French are also trying to cause problems and influence the local courts. Along with it we have all the power play of the Marathas , Deccan Sultanate and other local rulers.However I came to know for the first time that there were some Englishmen who had imbibed the existing Indian culture completely. Some had taken up Hinduism while some were practising Mussalmans. Some of them even fell in love with Indian women and started extending their families in India. One of the best comments made in the story is about the way India as a country manages to seduce her attackers. She gets defeated but she still manages to attract them slowly and strongly; which probably explains why the Mughals entered India as ruddy warriors and left in pale petticoats.

Darymple's story is a beautiful tale which weaves in the little historical situations slowly to start describing the main story - the love story between the Englishman Kilpatrick and Khairunnisa , a high ranking noble princess. Love between two individuals always makes a great story .However this story is between two people who are totally different in terms of culture, upbringing and race and hence it makes an interesting read. The part which endears me most is that Darymple has taken much pain in researching and unfolding the story. An interesting book but you have to have the requisitie interest and patience as well.