By Mayabhushan Nagvenkar
Sandwiched within the provocatively titled book, The Assassination of Indira Gandhi, Upamanyu Chatterjee’s collection of short stories takes a wide sweep of rural and urban India’s landscapes, and ‘peoplescapes’, through a range of extreme narratives, which deal with the figurative as well as fecal.
The titular short story comes towards the end of the book where a jaundice-ridden and fatigued young Sikh boy learns about the assassination of former prime minister Indira Gandhi while recuperating in the comfortable confines of his parents’ home in Mussoorie, and makes him wonder about the futility of an unstable world where fate is indifferent to effort.
The assassination barely plays out in the story, through inputs from primitive television and informed neighbours in the remote hill station home where the young boy and his parents discuss the event which followed the killings. But the shock value of the short story’s title apparently does enough to cloak it on the cover.
The 12 short stories are written in varied styles, some of them delightfully complex, jargon-filled, while others are stunningly simple in both style and content.
When one gets the opportunity to chance upon phrases like ‘iambic pentametre’, ‘decolam’, ‘varlets’, among others, in course of the stories, there really is no call for raised eyebrows, as you reach for a dictionary to understand the meaning. After all Upamanyu Chatterjee was a Shashi Tharoor ahead of his time when it came to bringing the spotlight on rare nuances of the English language much before Tharoor’s literary adventures trended on social media.
The collection opens with a cloak and dagger story, about how British ambassador Sir Thomas Roe dawdles his way through local customs, courtiers, satrap, the weather and corruption to present himself in the court of Emperor Jehangir.
The other stories include Othello Sucks, in which a seemingly upper middle class couple comes to terms with their daughter’s warming up to a dark-skinned boy of half Mauritanian descent, after they engage with each other against the backdrop of rehearsals for the Shakespearean play about the Moorish prince at school.
The other stories are about a young boy avenging his sexual predator, the death of a teenage girl and her classmates’ coming to terms with her demise, the disappearance of children from a village following an encounter with a professional catcher of rats.
The collection of short stories also marks the comeback of the irreverent but affable young trainee bureaucrat Agastya Sen, the protagonist of Chatterjee’s English August in the short story The Killings in Madna, which is a throwback to the stifling, bureaucratic settings of the author’s debut novel.
A bureaucrat himself, it would not be too difficult for the author to recreate the dourness surrounding a young city-bred bureaucrat’s life in a dusty district.
But Chatterjee is a master of this craft, which he unleashes through his fictional sub-divisional magistrate under-training and the air of futility through which he plods on.
Another story titled Sparrows which particularly catches the eye, is one which tackles the phenomenon of sparrows disappearing from modern Indian cities and the doomed efforts of a man who tries to make a pair of birds feel at home in his city home.
Can’t Take This Shit Anymore is also a gripping story, which tugs at the heart, about daily humiliation faced by the children of India’s manual scavengers in rural India, especially those involved in the dehumanising chore of cleaning dry toilets, which ends on a valiantly optimistic note.
Overall, The Assassination of Indira Gandhi is a book which encases many slices of India and some of them are really savoury. (IANS)
Book: The Assassination of Indira Gandhi; Author: Upamanyu
Chatterjee; Publisher: Speaking Tiger; Pages: 352; Price: Rs 630