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Haunting tale of a marginal community as an empire fades., November 24, 1996
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M.G. Vassanji's new novel, The Book of Secrets, is a haunting story -- at once a
detective tale, a historical story, and a family saga.
Its beauty lies in its ambiguities -- the way it
leaves those loose ends in the novel: whose son was Noormohamed Pipa, arguably the protagonist?
Whose son was Ali Akbar Ali, Pipa's, or the British administrator's?
Did Ali Akbar Ali at all play some role in the Falkland crisis with
his Argentine wife (there's a teaser about it, somewhere towards the end)?
By leaving these strands ambiguous -- like the administrator Corbin and the child of nature, Mariamu (Did
they or didn't they?) or the nature of relationship between Pius Fernandes, the narrator,
and the poet (Gregory) he makes us speculate more. Had he solved all
puzzles into a neat ending it would have satisfied one's curiosity, but
perhaps drained the book of its haunting beauty. It is its incompleteness,
its ambiguity, and its inadequacy, which makes it more accessible and
perfect.
The pace is gentle and the manner in which new characters were
introduced was unhurried. In the hands of a less-skilled writer the tendency of crowding
a historical plot with many characters can go haywire. And The Book Of
Secrets offers that possibility: a tale told over nearly century, a waning
empire, a colonized culture with a marginal population itself fleeing from
poverty from its ancient motherland, conflict of great powers, world wars,
independence struggle, and later, the disillusionment with Soviet-style
planned economy ruining the rags-to-riches lives of unlettered migrants --
the canvas is vast, and the scope to be clever and populating it with a
cast of thousands enormous. But Vassanji wisely takes his time in
introducing people and lets a series of coincidences link them. And, as the
tale unfolds, leaves some parts unanswered and vague.
The book opens a new world as watched by a marginal player,
the Indian, in a bigger landscape, Africa.
While the Indian-African encounter is not
mentioned in much detail, and that is possibly a failing of the book, the
complicated maneuvers put in place by the Shamsi community to take away the
fair-skinned Aku from Khanoum, the Swahili mother, reveals Indian
color-consciousness. Jamali's grandson's dislike of his father singing a
Gujarati hymn, is another evidence.
I liked the peripheral way in which
historical figures were introduced in the novel -- Livingstone and Mwalimu,
or Julius Nyerere. It is so easy for such powerful personalities to force
the pace of the story and take it in another direction altogether by the
sheer weight of their presence and the history surrounding them. Vassanji
succeeds in keeping the story focused on this marginal family, which had
brief encounters with historical figures, and whose lives were influenced
and transformed by those figures (Livingstone saves Pipa from possible
amputation by German police; Mwalimu seeks political donations from Pipa
and rewards him with a prized seat at Independence, only to dispense with
him when the bigger cause, socialism, so demands.)
There are a couple of excellent images: about the kind of currency notes
handed down by the Germans (crisp) versus the kind of notes Pipa is used to
handling -- smelling of sweat, crumpled, brought from bosoms or arm-pits,
or smelling of matchboxes/tobacco. Or the long list of events in East
Africa (pg 226 in the paperback) culminating in the end of an age. Vassanji
has made that ambience real and palpable. There are other credible
characters - the bespectacled Hindu accountant whose under-shirt is hanging
out when he is apprehended with the Shamsi girl, or the hapless messenger,Karim Langdo.
However, deeper exploration of the Indian-African experience would have
made the novel richer.
There is a small inaccuracy: Ali Akbar Ali and Rita carry on romance by
exchanging notes through Karim Langdo. One of the film songs Ali Akbar Ali
uses to woo Rita is:
"The alley which doesn't have your home, I can't bear to tread upon."
The time is 1940s, or a best, early 1950s.
However, the song alluded to, clearly seems to be Mukesh's song from "Kati
Patang" -
"Jis gali mein tera ghar na ho balama, us gali se hame to guzarna naheen".
Kati Patang, which catapulted Rajesh Khanna to stardom in India, was made
in 1970 or 1971. Not that it matters, of course; the song *is*
appropriate in the context, and this is not a quibble either. Could it be
seen as Vassanji doffing his hat to Rushdie, about suspect narrators and
tricks memory plays??
Finally, a word about Corbin's stay in Kikono, the fictional town. I
couldn't help comparing the self-important air of a young warrior of the
Raj, Corbin, as an ADC in a godforsaken town, with the cynical stint of
Agastya Sen in "English, August: An Indian Story". But that's another
story by itself.
- Salil Tripathi
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
The Other Side of Africa, January 19, 2002
The author managed to write a novel that reads like a diary, a fascinating history oh Kenya and Tanzania from 1912 until 1988. He starts with Alfred Corbin who represents the British empire as ADC in a tiny Kenian town near the border to Tanganyika. The town had been founded by immigrants from India, who had come to East Africa in the second half of the 19th century. They became traders and, over the generations, some of them prospered. They lived through two world wars, married within their community, lived within their faith - and did not mix with the indigenous population. When independence came in the 1960s, they were destroyed by the new native powers. Thus the author gives us the history of the Indian settlements, practically from their beginning to their aslmost destruction. His main characters shift from Corbin, to the Indian shopkeeper Pipa and his family, to the expatriate Englishman Gregory, destroyed by the new nation. There is hardly a mention of the native Africans. Vassanji gives us a fascinating history of the people that Kenya, to this day, neglects and despises. I am very glad that this book was written to resurrect the Indian immigrant, whose trading really built these nations commercially.
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4 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
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Splendid, a gripping page turner. Read it., July 16, 1998
It is not only my facination with Africa that made this book special. Vassanji really makes his characters come out of the book, inprints them in your head so they become so real you end up imagining they are your own personal friends. Haven't read a book I enjoyed so much in a long long time. when it came to an end, I wanted more. I really recomend this book to everyone, whatever their reading interest may be. This book will not dissapoint them.
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