Posted on 08/09/2002 7:19:21 AM PDT by BlackIce
'I had no idea that madness in the Islamic world had gone so far' By Andrew Robinson
The news came on the phone: The Nobel Prize for Literature for 2001 is awarded to the British writer, born in Trinidad, V. S. Naipaul. When, last October, the call from Stockholm came to his house in Wiltshire, Sir Vidia Naipaul pretended to be busy in the garden. In fact, he had taken to his bed. The award was a shock he had long assumed his work was unpalatable to the academic world, and there had been no prior hint of the honour. His immediate reaction, he tells me, was one of extreme exhaustion. One needs time to think about everything. So I went and lay down. Later, he issued a statement that the award was a great tribute to both England, my home, and to India, home of my ancestors. He made no mention at all of Trinidad as people were quick to note despite the fact that Naipaul was brought up there until the age of 18 and that Trinidad is the setting for his early books, including his most moving work, A House for Mr Biswas, which had established him as a leading young novelist by the early 1960s. Naipaul is unrepentant. India, from which his Hindu grandfather sailed to Trinidad in the late 19th century, was the subject of three substantial books spread over three decades. Unlike Trinidad, India remains a key influence and concern.
A billion people and a little island, which has done almost nothing for me . . . We mentioned in the citation that I was born in Trinidad. I thought it was enough. As for being British, Naipaul (who was knighted in 1990) says: I could not have done this writing in any other country. To that extent, I am a British writer. Ive been supported by this country in many ways.
Although seasoned Naipaul watchers are used to his complaints of exhaustion, right now he really does seem fatigued. Im sleeping about 14 hours a day. Im like a cat: immense sleep, he admits. As a writer acutely aware of the passing of time he prints the precise period in which he composed a book on the final page he sounds melancholy about turning 70 this month. On my 60th birthday, I was working, I was very much a working man. Im not working now. For the first time in my life, Im consciously doing nothing. Im dormant, not agitating my mind in any way. Since my schooldays Ive always been wound up, and thinking of doing the next thing and the next thing, then with this writing career getting started, the next book and the next book and the next book . . . Now I examine myself and feel that Ive done the work really. Ive got rid of the idea of writing about my first marriage. That has been with me for a long time, and I tried to face it and I couldnt face it. If I do another book, it might be some kind of book about England, where Ive spent so long. Thats stuff within me that hasnt been expressed. But I would need to arrive at a narrative, and I dont know how one does that, how it comes to one.
Nobelled or not, Naipauls is a wide-ranging and original oeuvre, some two dozen books in all, that should satisfy any writer. And it is a genuine tribute to its readability that all of his books remain in print, unlike the works of some Nobel laureates. Indeed, his new publisher, Picador, is reissuing everything, including much of the uncollected journalism, with new covers. As Naipaul himself, ever alert to publishing realities, observes, the prize means a good strong second wind.
There are the novels and stories of the Caribbean, chiefly comic, such as The Mystic Masseur, Miguel Street, A Flag on the Island (including that deadpan classic, The Night Watchmans Occurrence Book) and of course A House for Mr Biswas, based on Naipauls father, a struggling journalist. There are the dark, violent novels about Africa, In a Free State and A Bend in the River. And there are the narratives which connect continents, the intricate The Enigma of Arrival and A Way in the World, with clearautobiographical elements, and Half a Life, published just before the Nobel award. Then there is the non-fiction: travel books of a particularly penetrating kind, which describe, report and analyse with formidable intelligence the post-colonial societies of the Caribbean, India, the Islamic world, West Africa, South America and the American South. The most read are probably An Area of Darkness, about India, and Among the Believers, about Islam both of which provoked a furious reaction from the societies they criticised. Taken together, Naipauls fiction and non-fiction unite perceptive narrative and incorruptible scrutiny in works that compel us to see the presence of suppressed histories, as the Nobel judges remarked.
While that is true, as is the claim made on both sides of the Atlantic that Naipaul is the greatest living writer of English prose, also true is that for many serious readers Naipaul is still only a name. Im sure hes very good, but I dont feel hes for me, a friend of Diana Athill, Naipauls first editor, told her. In Stet, Athills memoir of working with Vidia, she perceptively identifies three reasons: readers lack of interest in the consequences of imperialism; the writers lack of interest in writing about women; and, after Mr Biswas, the books relative lack of pleasure in life. They impress, but they do not charm.
People are nervous of me, you know. I dont know why, says Naipaul with the slight chuckle which indicates irony, and is part of his charm for admirers. He is referring to a recent visit to India as the star guest at a government-sponsored writers congress. I got myself into a couple of scrapes. But it seemed to be all right in the end. You see, I can be provoked when people set out to provoke me. Im not philosophical enough to walk away.
It is well known that he has little time for the Indian writing in English that has boomed since the 1980s (though his writing is revered by many to whose work he is indifferent). And he has never shown the slightest respect for writers and intellectuals who have done well by presenting themselves as victims of colonialism; and has thereby irritated a whole legion of academics. Hence the scrapes. But what has really stung some Indians is his sympathy for Hindu revivalism in the form of the BJP, now in government, and his unwillingness to condemn excesses such as the 1992 destruction of the mosque in Ayodhya.
He feels a definite antipathy for Islams fanatical role in India, past and present. Of the riots in Gujarat this year, which began with the burning by Muslims of a train carrying Hindu fundamentalists, he says: The original thing that started it was a terrorist act, and should be considered so. It was meant to create a reaction.
As the grandson of an indentured labourer from India, Naipaul is drawn to and repelled by the movements of the Hindu downtrodden in India as he expressed in India: A Million Mutinies Now (1990). My feelings about the BJP are very complicated, he admits; but he has not changed his basic view. I think every liberal person should extend a hand to that kind of movement from the bottom. One takes the longer view, rather than the political view. Theres a great upheaval in India; and if you are interested in India, you must welcome it. If his three books on India have been influential, his two books on Islam, especially the one written just after the Iranian revolution of 1979, can be described as prophetic. That expectation of others continuing to create, of the alien, necessary civilisation going on is implicit in the act of renunciation (of the West), and is its great flaw, he wrote in Among the Believers.
Did his travels give him any inkling of the possibility of the attacks of September 11? Ive been aware of madness in the Islamic world. Ive written about it. The madness of people who have fallen behind technically, and who do not have the will to make the intellectual effort to catch up. I was aware of the religious hatred, I was aware of the indifference to life. I was aware of the anti-civilisation aspect of the new fundamentalism. But I had no idea it had gone so far the madness. The idea of their strength is an illusion. Nothing is coming from within. The terrorists can fly a plane, but what they cant do is build a plane. What they cant do is build those towers. I think people have spoken much rubbish about that event. The poor revenging themselves on the rich! Its nothing but an aspect of religious hatred. And that is so hard to deal with, or even contemplate. You can deal with the poor striking out, but you cant deal with the threat of a universal religious war. Though he approved of the recent war in Afghanistan, he is keenly aware of the inherent absurdity of the current war on terrorism: Your biggest enemy is your great ally Saudi Arabia and the foot-soldiers of the terror come from your other ally Pakistan.
Perhaps Naipauls talked-about marriage to a Pakistani journalist, Nadira Khannum Alvi, in 1996, just after the death of his first wife, might have been expected to make him more sympathetic to Islam, or to Pakistan. Instead, the opposite seems true. Both his books on Islam have been banned there, he says: anyway, they cannot be obtained. Naipaul is scathing: Its not a book-reading country, it has no intellectual life its against the intellectual life. I think if the fount of all your actions is religion and the idea of the religious war, which involves religious hatred then books, civilisation . . . these things dont matter to you. All you need is the Koran, and a ruler with a big stick.
Vintage Naipaul. His views are original and often surprising. About his all-green garden: I feel if I wanted to see flowers, I could just take a bus ride and in front of every house there would be a series of shocking colours. About book reviewing: One of my golden rules was: never mention the name of a character. If you deny yourself that, you have to go to the heart of a novel. About himself: Its my great regret that I didnt do science at Oxford. I think I would probably have been a better man if I had studied science profoundly.
No wonder his former friend Paul Therouxs envious memoir, Sir Vidias Shadow, is so fascinating a portrait of Mozart by Salieri, as A. N. Wilson called it. For V. S. Naipaul can never be dull. He is always thinking, always moving on.
The artist, the writer, the filmmaker, moves on, and the friend who liked him no longer likes him. It has to be like this people fall away, Naipaul reflects. Im not lonely. Its a fantasy about the writers life being lonely; Im never happier than when Im writing. Writers live when theyre writing: the other side of them is probably not as important as this life during the writing, in the writing.
Andrew Robinson is the literary editor of the THES; V. S. Naipauls books are being reissued by Picador
That whole region of the planet is going to remain in a tenth century time warp forever, unless it is forcibly changed from the outside.
And we can reference Mark Twain's and other comments as to the condition and population of what was called Palestine in the 1880s. Take out the Jews, and see what happens. The leechers, suckers and parasitical Palestinians trying to find another vein to suck on, because they have never learned any skills of their own. The funny part is that the Palis need the Jews. They just want the Jews to sit there and take their terrorism and complaining the whole time why Israelis are checking their ID cards. It's time to start taking a little personal responsibity and stop blaming the rest of the world for their failures.
The Saudi Arabian government, with all their vast oil wealth, have done nothing for their own people, they just keep financing those Wahabbi maddrassas and are so stupid that they don't realize it will crash down around their own heads, led by the fanatics they trained. The sons of Ismael...
Funny, we have come to expect the politicians and the media personalities to tell us the truth, when it's been writers, more often than not, fiction writers who have been struggling to uncover and present it throughout history. Why, even our enlightened, Volvo driving liberal bourgeoisie choose to hear what they like to believe is the truth from their celebrated Mayas, Tonis, Normans, Rabbits, Joyce Carols and from their vagina monologists. They get their easy-to-swallow baby food instead, of course. Having said that, I can't think of any current American writers other than Mark Helprin and in another way Bob Dylan who make attempts at getting at the truth in their works. (Please, we're not talking about bestselling drugstore novels and the celebrity hacks who churn them out!)
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About the most serious of Saddam's photo opts was the time when he had Iraquis dressed up as Babylonians, marching along into the rebuilding of Babylon and one of them had this great big pair of Nikis on instead of sandals.
Just yesterday, the Bush Administration is covering it's eyes and ears by claiming that the Saudis are cooperating fully in the war on terrorism. Someone agreed, but asked 'On whose side?'
By now, the post-Christian West cannot even recognize the ability to die for one's beliefs, whether religios or any other.
Therefore they must logically ascribe the motivations of religious believers to other things, like class struggle, economic factors, psychological conditions, etc. The class strugle is particularly comforting psychologically because it fits with the rest of the presently fashionable social-engineering view of the world: if we only give them more aid, if only we educate their children...
This mentality is the very root of the why-do-they-hate-us bewilderment that decended on a huge portion of our own country after the Sep 11.
When your world consists of nightly bull sessions around a camel dung fire, looking up at the jet planes and satellites crossing over in the night sky overhead, it is not hard to see where the compulsion to smash things might come from. If they could have a piece of the modern world that has so far proven so elusive to them, perhaps they might decide they don't want to smash it after all.
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