With all the detail of fiction, What is the What tells the true life story of Valentino Achak Deng, who was violently separated from his family as a boy of seven, miraculously walked 200 miles out of
One of the themes touched on very early in the book is the way that Americans react to all of these horrors. Some of us aren’t sufficiently interested in far away places like
Others are earnest do-gooders, dying to know all the details, almost thrilled by the depths of our horror and compassion. Valentino is ever so grateful for these people, but finds them a bit hard to fathom. Why do they get involved with a helpless bunch of orphans who can’t do much of anything to reciprocate?
The portrait of the do-gooders is intriguing, but no deterrent. I imagine there are very few people who read this book and go on to do nothing for the many Lost Boys who now live in this country, and nothing in response to the present tragedy in Darfur (western Sudan). For something to do about
Anyhow—I loved this book. As painful as it was, it was not unbearable. And now that I’ve read A Fine Balance, I think I see why. For one, it’s about a real person, and so you can’t possibly resent the author for piling such an amazing number of misfortunes on one ever-so-nice person. It happened!
Another thing that keeps the reader from flinging the book down is that Valentino is the book’s narrator. As a result, we know through all the horrors that things will end at least reasonably well for the one person in the book we really get to know. No matter what happens, his path will lead to this amazing partnership with the virtuoso writer Dave Eggers.
The book also shifts back and forth between a present that is awful, and a past that’s much worse. I think Eggers has lots of reasons for this structure, but I’m betting one is that he actually wants to help the reader. The time-shifts give the reader a bit of relief so he can bear to press on and hear what happened next in
A Fine Balance is set in
I can’t imagine anyone getting to the end of A Fine Balance and feeling any attraction to cultural relativist apologetics. Yes, yes, caste is deeply a part of Hindu culture and religion, but that doesn’t place it beyond moral doubt. In fact, what’s undoubtable is that it’s one of the worst ideas any culture has ever come up with.
Anyhow, as much as I think Rohinton Mistry is a fine novelist, I was intermittently angry with him throughout the book. While Eggers actually tried to stop his reader from feeling tortured by Valentino’s story, I felt like Mistry tried to maximize his reader’s torment.
In this book, the narrator’s voice provides no assurance that anything will turn out OK for anybody, because the narrator is not one of the characters. The pile up of horrors in Egger’s book is astonishing but it’s just the truth; in Mistry’s book, by contrast, the pile up is a work of art. The timing of certain tragedies (which will go nameless—no spoilers ahead) is designed for effect.
The impression I get is of a novelist whose rage against the social ills of India, and the government of Indira Gandhi, has been transmogrified into the misfortunes of his characters, and hence into the pain and indignation of thousands of readers.
As I came to the end of the novel—impressed, moved, pained, inspired—I was pissed off at Mistry, but then had quite a surprise. I listened to most of the book on my ipod (unabridged) but then picked up a copy on my parents’ bookshelves over 4th of July vacation and read the rest. I only had a hundred pages to go (and what a grueling hundred pages it was) when I saw the epigraph at the front of the book—it’s inexplicably missing from the audiocast. A quote from Le Pere Goriot by Honore de Balzac, it says:
I like the fact that Mistry anticipated my reaction. I’m still thinking about whether his countercharge is fair or correct. Is Mistry cruel to his readers, or are the things he portrays—and those types of things are real enough—just cruel? Was I annoyed with him because of my own insensitivity?
Was I annoyed with him because of my own insensitivity?
Both of these books raise lots of interesting questions—about culture, rights, the way we in the west respond to “exotic” far away problems, the responsibilities we have, or don’t have, the responsibilities of authors. Great books for my dream ethics class--the one in which students are willing to read both a lot of philosophy and a couple of 600 page novels. :-)