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R uth Prawer Jhabvala spent her formative and arguably most productive literary years in India. India was where she truly embarked on her long and successful journey as a writer. Her portrayals of the complex nuances of Indian culture, in fact, led many to assume that she was Indian. Apparently, sales of her books declined after her true identity was revealed and critics rushed to accuse her of “Orientalism” and “old- fashioned colonial attitudes”. Given Jhabvala’s long personal and professional association with India, and the profound influence it had on her life and work, it might seem odd that she chose to bequeath her archive to the British Library in London rather than to an Indian institution. Equally intriguing is that the Indian literary establishment, it seems, didn’t show any interest in acquiring it. Jhabvala had her reasons. She wanted to acknowledge her debt to Britain for giving her parents refuge after they had to flee Nazi Germany. But the Indian indifference can only be explained in terms of a wider indifference to its cultural history. From her sickbed, shortly before her death in 2013 at the age of 85, Jhabvala expressed her wish that all the papers relating to her prose writing be given to the British Library in London “in deep gratitude for my life, the wonderful education they gave me, the English language itself, my great love of reading and trying to write, all of which sustained me throughout my life”. The archive (1953-2013), which was officially handed over to the British Library and celebrated at an event on July 3, is said to be a “treasure trove” with hundreds of documents crammed in 11 sealed boxes. Pauline McGonagle, the first doctoral researcher to look through them, says that it will take at least two years to complete the process and for the papers to be made available to public. The archive comprises notebook drafts of her prose works, typescripts and correspondence, including telegrams, hand- written and typed notes from agents and publishers and friends. “There are also envelopes containing floppy discs full of typed short stories, annotated scrapbooks, critical articles, drafts of plays and copies of her husband’s drawings. The papers show a personal assertiveness: the wish to communicate with her readers and in trying to reach as many people as possible.” She comes across as “someone with a determined certainty of her creative purpose and a firmness in maintaining artistic control over her creative work, e.g. endings to stories, book titles, images on the covers of books”. “It also shows a strong concern over the authenticity and truth in the depictions of her characters and their environments,” says McGonagle. Jhabvala trusted the advice and opinions of those with whom she worked closely like her editors, but she also cared for the opinion of her architect and artist husband Cyrus, who illustrated many of her books, papers reveal. She was an extremely disciplined writer, as confirmed by her daughter Ava Wood. “She wrote on a near daily basis for three hours in the morning... We tiptoed around the house so as to avoid disturbing her. This pattern continued almost to the last days of her life.” M aking her film debut with The Householder, Jhabvala wrote more screenplays than novels, winning two Oscars — for ARoomwithaViewand HowardsEnd. But she liked to be known as a novelist first. Films were “fun” but, “I live so much more in and for the books,” she said dismissing “writing film scripts” as a “recreation”. She found film business itself rather exasperating and kept her distance from the film crowd, seeking refuge in the “protective” company of her two lifelong collaborators, director James Ivory and producer Ismail Merchant. They shielded her from the “real world of films”. “They have stood between me and what I would have found terribly unpleasant: a collaborative effort at what is called the script level; the dreaded story conference,” Jhabvala wrote in TheTimesLiterary Supplement (TLS). Opinion about her writing has swung widely between stinging criticism and gushing praise, but she never allowed criticism to undermine her own faith in her writing. Recalling a particularly low moment in the 1950s when she had just started writing, she wrote to a friend: “I was at the bottom of a deep abyss. No one read them. But I enjoyed it (the experience of writing).” In a career spanning more than 50 years — half of them spent in India — she wrote a dozen novels, most of them either set in India or about Indian themes, with Heat and Dust winning the Booker Prize in 1975. It was the last novel she wrote in India before moving to New York, but India continued to feature in her works. In 1986, she wrote: “I have now lived in the US for 10 years and have written one novel, several stories and several film scripts about the experience. I cannot claim that India has disappeared out of myself and my work; even when not overtly figuring there, its influence is always present.” Yet her relationship with India (a “great animal of poverty and backwardness”) was marked by ambivalence and often tinged with bitterness. “If you don’t say that India is simply paradise on earth, and the extended Hindu family the most perfect way of organising society, you are anti-Indian. I don’t have many readers there,” she told The NewYorkTimes. Born in Germany, brought up in Britain, married to an Indian and settled first in India and then America, Jhabvala was described as a “rootless intellectual” by Salman Rushdie: a status that she herself was deeply conscious of and wrote about, though in the end she knew where “home” was: England. 14 JULY 2018 BOOKS & IDEAS | M urderous mobs are on the rampage. In Dhule, Maharashtra, a family of five was beaten to death; and before that, lynch mobs ran riot in Assam, Tamil Nadu, Tripura, Bengal and Manipur. Mere suspicion has been enough to get the crowds thirsting for blood, their fury fuelled by false news of child kidnappings, rape or perceived insults to religious affiliations. At the receiving end of such mindless violence is a group of outsiders — nomads, tourists, migrant labour and settlers from other regions. Fear of the Other stalks our lives as it did in ancient times and the mobs are just as easy to incite as it was then. Greek myth tells us of the maenads, followers of Dionysus who were often roused to fury by the god. One story goes about his visit to Thebes, which was ruled by Pentheus at the time. The king did not worship Dionysus and did not receive him with the respect due to a god. Angered, Dionysus is believed to have compelled the women of Thebes to quit their houses and indulge in riotous celebrations on Mount Parnassus. When the king went after them, the women assaulted him, and his mother Agave, in her Bacchic fury, mistook him for an animal and tore him to pieces. Mob fury backfired in the Indian tale about Kacha, son of the guru of the gods, Brihaspati. Kacha was sent to Shukracharya (teacher of the asuras) to learn the art of reviving the dead. Shukracharya did not turn away Kacha even though he was the son of the enemy. But the asuras were annoyed with their guru and, in their fury, killed Kacha several times. Each time Shukracharya brought him back to life. Frustrated by what they saw as their teacher’s weakness, the asuras killed Kacha, dissolved his bones and fed them to Shukracharya. However, Shukracharya’s daughter, Devayani, was in love with Kacha and begged her father to bring him back. When the guru tried to do that he found Kacha in his stomach. And thus, much against his own wishes, he taught him the secret mantra so that Kacha upon coming out of his guru’s stomach, could revive Shukracharya. Myths also show that mob fury is often driven by a fear of the Other. One such story is about Babir, told by the Gavlis of Maharashtra. Babir was born to a tribe of cowherds. His mother had wrested a special boon from Shiva so that she could bear a son. Shiva gave her a choice: she could have a son who would be wise and brave but only live till he was 12 or one who was stupid but endowed with a long life. Much to the god’s cha- grin, she chose the wise one. Shiva tried hard to convince her otherwise and, finally, left with no choice, he decided to be born as her son. Babir grew up a gifted flute player. At age 12, he was out in the fields when his cows strayed into the fields of another tribe, the Ramoshis. Angered, the Ramoshis tried to steal his cows but when Babir played his flute, the cows always returned to him. The Ramoshis killed him and stuffed his body into a porcupine’s den. The spot immedi- ately turned holy and sprouted a neem tree. That night, Babir’s mother had a dream. Her son came to her and pointed out the spot where he had been left to die. That spot was then turned into a shrine for Shiva who protects the community, especially the poor and helpless. The story is open to multiple interpretations. Babir’s shows just how the fear of outsiders usurping one’s wealth could trigger violent inter- tribe wars, his killing by the entire clan a grim indicator of the legacy of mob fury that we have inherited and the association with Shiva, a reminder of how majoritarian cultures absorbed minor local gods. Social harmony has been a hard-fought battle and its principles of liberty, goodwill and human- ism are always changing. J S Mill, in his essay “On Liberty”, wrote how the meaning of liberty has changed over time. When the role of a ruler changed, from being the master of his people to their servant (or watchman, as our prime minis- ter has famously pointed out), it brought forth a new threat to liberty: the tyranny of the majority. Majoritarian policies do the most damage when they fuel anger against the Other — be it for the food they eat, the clothes they wear or the gods they follow. As Yudhishthira told the yaksha in one of the most memorable passages from the Mahabharata, anger is the invincible enemy within us. Unfortunately we are still under its thumb. Mobs of death ACROSS: 8 Greek character is a conqueror, we hear (4) 9 The perfect alibi event thrown into confusion, was destined to happen (10) 10 A deadly sin, there’s no disputing (6) 11 Remove deposit from vessel in drought area (4-4) 12 Do the French give state benefit? (4) 13 Band accepts endless ribbing? That’s entertainment! (10) 17 Returning, get stuck into bananas (4) 18 Gringo gives a thousand to the Mexican, just about (5) 19 Be full of, or just the other way round (4) 20 Lawyer’s children argued about in the court? (5,5) 22 A poet quite the reverse of dull (4) 23 Dry Welsh out in a crafty way! (8) 27 Article about girl being a flier ? (6) 28 Identical, in spite of this (10) 29 In short, the lady would take off (4) DOWN: 1 A seer going crazy to get a lordly position (10) 2 Massenet composition produces no excitement (8) 3 Indian thus translates into his own language (10) 4 With the cipher missing, the wing will render support (4) 5 Jesters’ ability to reason and act (4) 6 Go for a walk, rose! (6) 7 Animal comes up into current form (4) 14 Is violent and ruins the gears (5) 15 Concert-goer, one at the front ? (10) 16 Bird flying around there was a rook (10) 19 Went up following underground agave plant (8) 21 A match for some holy scriptures (6) 24 Horribly heartless, yet pure in heart (4) 25 Does, perhaps, have the pipe back to front (4) 26 Grass given up, newer drug taken, in casual agreement (4) SOLUTION #3088 THE BS CROSSWORD #3089 iii INDIAN (From left) The archive at the British Library will have on display Ruth Prawer Jhabvala’s extensive notes; a parcel inside which her notes were kept safe; Jhabvala in an undated photograph; the collection contains several of her notebooks CHRONICLER’S BRITISH BEQUEST Ruth Prawer Jhabvala’s archive being catalogued by the British Library sheds new light on her life and ambivalent relationship with the country in which she spent her most productive years, writes Hasan Suroor Born in Germany, brought up in Britain, married to an Indian and settled first in India and then America, Jhabvala was described as a ‘rootless intellectual’ by Salman Rushdie | M | Y | T | H | I | C || M | A | N | T | R | A | ARUNDHUTI DASGUPTA PHOTOS: COURTESY BRITISH LIBRARY The death of Pentheus portrayed on a pottery bowl from 450-425 BC WIKIMEDIA COMMONS

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RuthPrawerJhabvalaspentherformativeandarguablymostproductiveliteraryyearsinIndia.Indiawaswhereshetrulyembarked

onherlongandsuccessfuljourneyasawriter. HerportrayalsofthecomplexnuancesofIndianculture,infact,ledmanytoassumethatshewasIndian.Apparently,salesofherbooksdeclinedafterhertrueidentitywasrevealedandcriticsrushedtoaccuseherof“Orientalism”and“old-fashionedcolonialattitudes”.

GivenJhabvala’slongpersonalandprofessionalassociationwithIndia,andtheprofoundinfluenceithadonherlifeandwork,itmightseemoddthatshechosetobequeathherarchivetotheBritishLibraryinLondonratherthantoanIndianinstitution.EquallyintriguingisthattheIndianliteraryestablishment,itseems,didn’tshowanyinterestinacquiringit.Jhabvalahadherreasons.ShewantedtoacknowledgeherdebttoBritainforgivingherparentsrefugeaftertheyhadtofleeNaziGermany.ButtheIndianindifferencecanonlybeexplainedintermsofa widerindifferencetoitsculturalhistory.

Fromhersickbed,shortlybeforeherdeathin2013attheageof85,JhabvalaexpressedherwishthatallthepapersrelatingtoherprosewritingbegiventotheBritishLibraryinLondon“indeepgratitudeformylife,thewonderfuleducationtheygaveme,theEnglishlanguageitself,mygreatloveofreadingandtryingtowrite,allofwhichsustainedmethroughoutmylife”.

Thearchive(1953-2013),whichwasofficiallyhandedovertotheBritishLibraryandcelebratedataneventonJuly3,issaidtobea“treasuretrove”withhundredsofdocumentscrammedin11sealedboxes.PaulineMcGonagle,thefirstdoctoralresearchertolookthroughthem,saysthatitwilltakeatleasttwoyearstocompletetheprocessandforthepaperstobemadeavailabletopublic.

Thearchivecomprisesnotebookdraftsofherproseworks,typescriptsandcorrespondence,includingtelegrams, hand-writtenandtypednotesfromagentsandpublishersand friends.

“Therearealsoenvelopescontainingfloppydiscsfulloftypedshortstories,annotatedscrapbooks,criticalarticles,draftsofplaysandcopiesofherhusband’s

drawings.Thepapersshowapersonalassertiveness:thewishtocommunicatewithherreadersandintryingtoreachasmanypeopleaspossible.”

Shecomesacrossas“someonewithadeterminedcertaintyofhercreativepurposeandafirmnessinmaintainingartisticcontroloverhercreativework,e.g.endingstostories,booktitles,imagesonthecoversofbooks”.“Italsoshowsastrongconcernovertheauthenticityandtruthinthedepictionsofhercharactersandtheirenvironments,”saysMcGonagle.

Jhabvalatrustedtheadviceandopinionsofthosewithwhomsheworkedcloselylikehereditors,butshealsocared

fortheopinionofherarchitectandartisthusbandCyrus,whoillustratedmanyofherbooks,papersreveal.

Shewasanextremelydisciplinedwriter,asconfirmedbyherdaughterAvaWood.“Shewroteonaneardailybasis forthreehoursinthemorning...Wetiptoedaroundthehousesoastoavoiddisturbingher.Thispatterncontinuedalmosttothelastdaysofher life.”

MakingherfilmdebutwithTheHouseholder,Jhabvalawrotemore

screenplaysthannovels,winningtwoOscars—forARoomwithaViewandHowardsEnd.But shelikedtobeknownasanovelistfirst.

Filmswere“fun”but,“Ilivesomuchmoreinandforthebooks,”shesaiddismissing“writingfilmscripts”asa“recreation”.Shefoundfilmbusinessitselfratherexasperatingand keptherdistancefromthefilmcrowd,seekingrefugeinthe“protective”companyofhertwolifelongcollaborators,directorJamesIvoryandproducerIsmailMerchant.Theyshieldedherfromthe“realworldoffilms”.

“TheyhavestoodbetweenmeandwhatIwouldhavefoundterriblyunpleasant:acollaborativeeffortatwhatiscalledthescriptlevel;thedreadedstoryconference,”JhabvalawroteinTheTimesLiterarySupplement(TLS).

Opinionaboutherwritinghasswungwidelybetweenstingingcriticismandgushingpraise,butsheneverallowedcriticismtoundermineherownfaith inherwriting.Recallingaparticularly lowmoment inthe1950swhenshehad juststartedwriting, shewrote toafriend:“Iwasat thebottomofadeepabyss.Noonereadthem.But Ienjoyedit (theexperienceofwriting).”

Inacareerspanningmorethan50years—halfofthemspentinIndia—shewroteadozennovels,mostofthemeithersetinIndiaoraboutIndianthemes,withHeatandDustwinningtheBookerPrizein1975.ItwasthelastnovelshewroteinIndiabeforemovingto NewYork,butIndiacontinuedtofeatureinherworks.In1986,shewrote:“IhavenowlivedintheUSfor10yearsandhavewrittenonenovel,severalstoriesandseveralfilmscriptsabouttheexperience.IcannotclaimthatIndiahasdisappearedoutofmyselfandmywork;evenwhennotovertlyfiguringthere,itsinfluenceisalwayspresent.”

YetherrelationshipwithIndia(a“greatanimalofpovertyandbackwardness”)wasmarkedbyambivalenceandoftentingedwithbitterness.“Ifyoudon’tsaythatIndiaissimplyparadiseonearth,andtheextendedHindufamilythemostperfectwayoforganisingsociety,youareanti-Indian.Idon’thavemanyreadersthere,”shetoldTheNewYorkTimes.

BorninGermany,broughtupinBritain,marriedtoanIndianandsettledfirst inIndiaandthenAmerica,Jhabvalawasdescribedasa“rootless intellectual”bySalmanRushdie:astatusthatsheherselfwasdeeplyconsciousofandwroteabout,thoughintheendsheknewwhere“home”was:England.

14 JULY 2018 BOOKS & IDEAS |

Murderousmobs are on the rampage. InDhule,Maharashtra,afamilyoffivewasbeaten todeath; andbefore that, lynch

mobs ran riot in Assam, Tamil Nadu, Tripura,Bengal and Manipur. Mere suspicion has beenenoughtogetthecrowdsthirstingforblood,theirfury fuelled by false news of child kidnappings,rape or perceived insults to religious affiliations.

Atthereceivingendofsuchmindlessviolenceis a group of outsiders — nomads, tourists,migrant labour and settlers from other regions.FearoftheOtherstalksourlivesasitdidinancienttimes and themobs are just as easy to incite as itwas then.

Greekmyth tellsusof themaenads, followersofDionysuswhowereoftenrousedtofurybythegod. One story goes about his visit to Thebes,which was ruled by Pentheus at the time. ThekingdidnotworshipDionysusanddidnotreceivehim with the respect due to a god. Angered,Dionysus is believed to have compelled thewomenofThebestoquittheirhousesandindulgein riotous celebrations on Mount Parnassus.When the king went after them, the womenassaulted him, and his mother Agave, in herBacchic fury,mistookhimforananimalandtorehim topieces.

Mob fury backfired in the Indian tale aboutKacha, son of the guru of the gods, Brihaspati.Kachawas sent to Shukracharya (teacher of theasuras) to learn the art of reviving the dead.Shukracharya did not turn away Kacha eventhough he was the son of the enemy. But theasuras were annoyed with their guru and, intheir fury, killedKachaseveral times.Each timeShukracharya brought him back to life.Frustrated by what they saw as their teacher’sweakness, theasuraskilledKacha,dissolvedhisbonesand fed themtoShukracharya.However,Shukracharya’sdaughter,Devayani,was in lovewith Kacha and begged her father to bring himback. When the guru tried to do that he foundKacha in his stomach. And thus, much againsthisownwishes,he taughthimthesecretmantraso that Kacha upon coming out of his guru’sstomach, could revive Shukracharya.

Mythsalsoshowthatmobfuryisoftendrivenby a fear of the Other. One such story is aboutBabir, told by the Gavlis of Maharashtra. Babirwas born to a tribe of cowherds. Hismother hadwrested a special boon from Shiva so that shecould bear a son. Shiva gave her a choice: shecouldhaveasonwhowouldbewiseandbravebutonly live till hewas 12 or onewhowas stupidbutendowedwith a long life.Much to the god’s cha-grin, she chose the wise one. Shiva tried hard toconvince her otherwise and, finally, left with nochoice, hedecided tobebornasher son.

Babirgrewupagiftedfluteplayer.Atage12,hewas out in the fields when his cows strayed intothefieldsofanothertribe,theRamoshis.Angered,the Ramoshis tried to steal his cows but whenBabirplayedhisflute, thecowsalwaysreturnedtohim. The Ramoshis killed him and stuffed hisbody into a porcupine’s den. The spot immedi-ately turnedholyandsproutedaneemtree.Thatnight,Babir’smotherhadadream.Hersoncameto her and pointed out the spot where he hadbeen left todie. That spotwas then turned into ashrine for Shiva who protects the community,especially thepoor andhelpless.

Thestory isopen tomultiple interpretations.Babir’s shows just how the fear of outsidersusurpingone’swealthcould triggerviolent inter-tribe wars, his killing by the entire clan a grimindicator of the legacyofmob fury thatwehaveinherited and the association with Shiva, areminderofhowmajoritarianculturesabsorbedminor local gods.

Socialharmonyhasbeenahard-foughtbattleanditsprinciplesof liberty,goodwillandhuman-ism are always changing. J S Mill, in his essay“On Liberty”, wrote how the meaning of libertyhas changed over time. When the role of a rulerchanged, frombeing themaster of his people totheir servant (orwatchman, as our primeminis-ter has famously pointed out), it brought forth anewthreat to liberty: the tyrannyof themajority.

Majoritarian policies do the most damagewhen they fuel anger against the Other—be itfor the food they eat, the clothes they wear orthe gods they follow. As Yudhishthira told theyaksha in oneof themostmemorable passagesfrom the Mahabharata, anger is the invincibleenemy within us. Unfortunately we are stillunder its thumb.

Mobsofdeath

ACROSS:8 Greek character is a

conqueror, we hear (4)9 The perfect alibi event thrown

into confusion, was destinedto happen (10)

10A deadly sin, there’s nodisputing (6)

11 Remove deposit from vesselin drought area (4-4)

12 Do the French give statebenefit? (4)

13 Band accepts endless ribbing?That’s entertainment! (10)

17 Returning, get stuck intobananas (4)

18Gringo gives a thousand tothe Mexican, just about (5)

19Be full of, or just the other

way round (4)20 Lawyer’s children argued

about in the court? (5,5)22 A poet quite the reverse of

dull (4)23 Dry Welsh out in a crafty

way! (8)27 Article about girl being a

flier ? (6)28 Identical, in spite of this (10)29 In short, the lady would take

off (4)

DOWN:1 A seer going crazy to get a

lordly position (10)2 Massenet composition

produces no excitement (8)3 Indian thus translates into his

own language (10)4 With the cipher missing, the

wing will render support (4)5 Jesters’ ability to reason and

act (4)6 Go for a walk, rose! (6)7 Animal comes up into current

form (4)14 Is violent and ruins the

gears (5)15 Concert-goer, one at the front

? (10)16 Bird flying around there was a

rook (10)19 Went up following

underground agave plant (8)21 A match for some holy

scriptures (6)24 Horribly heartless, yet pure in

heart (4)25 Does, perhaps, have the

pipe back to front (4)26 Grass given up, newer

drug taken, in casualagreement (4)

SOLUTION #3088

THE BS CROSSWORD #3089

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(Fromleft) ThearchiveattheBritishLibrarywill haveondisplayRuthPrawerJhabvala’s extensivenotes;aparcel insidewhichhernoteswerekept safe;Jhabvala inanundatedphotograph; the collectioncontains several ofhernotebooks

CHRONICLER’SBRITISHBEQUEST

RuthPrawerJhabvala’sarchivebeingcataloguedbytheBritishLibraryshedsnewlightonher lifeandambivalentrelationshipwiththecountry in

whichshespenthermostproductiveyears,writesHasanSuroor

Born inGermany,brought up inBritain, marriedto an Indian andsettled first inIndia and thenAmerica,Jhabvala wasdescribed as a‘rootlessintellectual’ bySalman Rushdie

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