This morning, I woke up with the news of death of the Indian-origin writer V S Naipaul. Sir ‘Vidia’ died at 85. Yet, he will be remembered through his creations and for his controversial views (e.g. Vinoba Bhave was a fool and whole life tried to copycat Gandhi without understanding him) and his ways(declining invitations and interviews for money; and findings wrongs with the world). He was awarded Nobel for his non-fiction writings, but his fiction writings are equally good. He considered "A House for Mr Biswas" as his master creation.
And It was the first novel I got immersed into.
Though set in Trinidad, the book depicted the conversations, mannerisms, personalities, social problems and situations in such manner that an Indian brought up in joint family would find close resemblance with. This book tenderly touched upon the joint family politics and the pleasure and confusion children come across as a result. It showed the husband- wife romance in backdrop of a noisy and varied joint family. But it was the loving relationship of a father and his children, and the experience of growing up in poverty but with love that bonded my heart to the novel. The book has no moral advice, no lessons, no explicit expressions, is boring for first 60 pages, but if one can persist, the book rewards the reader with joy, by the end. This made me a fan of his writing and later I read 5 books written by him and one on him (by Paul Theroux). And yes, in none other than two novels, Naipaul was at his best. Truly, "A House..." is his masterpiece.
And It was the first novel I got immersed into.
Though set in Trinidad, the book depicted the conversations, mannerisms, personalities, social problems and situations in such manner that an Indian brought up in joint family would find close resemblance with. This book tenderly touched upon the joint family politics and the pleasure and confusion children come across as a result. It showed the husband- wife romance in backdrop of a noisy and varied joint family. But it was the loving relationship of a father and his children, and the experience of growing up in poverty but with love that bonded my heart to the novel. The book has no moral advice, no lessons, no explicit expressions, is boring for first 60 pages, but if one can persist, the book rewards the reader with joy, by the end. This made me a fan of his writing and later I read 5 books written by him and one on him (by Paul Theroux). And yes, in none other than two novels, Naipaul was at his best. Truly, "A House..." is his masterpiece.
But becoming a fan of Naipaul and Naipaul’s writings are two different things. He shared a contradictory relation with the world- while his writing won him appreciation and prizes, his demeanour, attitude and staunch opinions created many haters for him. It is as easy to criticize Naipaul as for people to criticize their parents or governments.
Now, that Vidia has died, the world will be kinder to him (as it is to most people in their death) and his writings will be loved with him absent to be hated.
The writers’ brethren (friends and critics) would shower their messages on social media but somehow I feel they will find solace in a quote of Badauni on death of Muhammad Bin Tugalaq, “The king was freed from his people and they from their king”.
Well, that is their opinion, Sir Vidia. I wish you rest in peace.
Rest in Peace, great writer. RIP
Now, that Vidia has died, the world will be kinder to him (as it is to most people in their death) and his writings will be loved with him absent to be hated.
The writers’ brethren (friends and critics) would shower their messages on social media but somehow I feel they will find solace in a quote of Badauni on death of Muhammad Bin Tugalaq, “The king was freed from his people and they from their king”.
Well, that is their opinion, Sir Vidia. I wish you rest in peace.
Rest in Peace, great writer. RIP