Showing posts with label A Passage to India. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Passage to India. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

A Passage to Zzzzs

I can't remember the last time it took me THREE DAYS to finish the last 20 pages of a book, but I literally fell asleep every single time I sat down and tried to finish A Passage to India. Lying on my nightstand or my coffee table, it started watching me like the Money I Could Save with Geico, and yet, I still just could not keep my eyes open through those final passages.

Friends, this book is boring.

And there are quite a few boring books that have great and edifying messages to make them worth the reading. This was not one of those books. Well...I take that back. I do think that Forster was promoting racial tolerance and encouraging people to develop empathy and compassion for their fellow man. Yes, good. Why he had to deliver that message via mostly unlikable dull goobers, I don't really know (the Unlikeable Dull Goober also seems to be a popular character type for novels on this list). Maybe he's trying to test how compassionate I can really be by forcing me to read about these people.

Further beef - you don't actually get to find out whether anyone assaulted Adela in the cave or not. She decides that Aziz definitely was not her man, then in later conversations wonders if anyone even attacked her at all. What. How can you not know this, woman?

And Aziz, oooooh, Aziz. He's offended that anyone would even think he would try to rape Adela because she's ugly. Of all the blows to his honor, that's the one he gets really bent out of shape about?

Quenten Massys Ugly Duchess An Old Woman 1513
A Google image search result of "ugly British lady." Apparently a famous painting?


I can only recommend this book to those suffering from lack of sleep; it will quickly send you into sweet, sweet slumber. Or maybe creepy dreams about caves.

How do you feel about books or movies with ambiguous events? Love'em? Hate'em?

Massys' Old Lady painting found here.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Forster and Four Letter Words

I started A Passage to India a couple of weeks ago, expecting to once again fall in love with E.M. Forster's witty prose. And I'm not going to lie...I'm feeling a little let down by this book.

The basic concept of the novel is to explore the relationship between the British and the Indians during the Imperial occupation of India (according to the intro, Forster spent so many years writing it that it can't be specifically dated to a year). The book jacket tips you off that there will be an incident involving a young Indian doctor and an Englishwoman, and it will deal with the repercussions following. Duly noted.

Here's my beef: when you are dealing with two different cultures, I think there are a HUGE number of incidents you could pick from where there is a legitimate misunderstanding between two people because of their own background and familiar practices (some perfect examples here). But so far, that isn't what's happened in A Passage to India.

Warning - spoilers ahead!

Dr. Aziz puts together an outing to the Marabar Caves for the young English girl Adela and her future mother-in-law Mrs. Moore. While exploring the caves, Mrs. Moore tires and decides to rest, leaving Adela to go on with Aziz and a guide. Aziz and Adela explore separate caves, then reunite with the larger group and head back into town. Upon their arrival, Aziz finds himself under arrest for allegedly assaulting Adela in one of the caves. In the novel, I'm now getting into the nitty gritty of he said, she said and characters taking sides in what's become an Indians vs. British conflict.



Thus far there isn't reason to believe that Adela is lying, although she may have accused the wrong man. And truly, if I was in a pitch black cave with some stranger grabbing at me, I would flip out too!

Obviously I haven't finished reading yet, so the reasoning for this specific intercultural conflict might not be apparent. It just seems that an irrational hullabaloo about touching one of "our women" doesn't really explore the specific tensions of British occupied India - you could interchange any number of racial/ethnic groups and likely end up with the same type of storyline (unfortunately). Remember in Gone with the Wind A Passage to India when Scarlett Adela gets attacked and then the men all round up and go on a Klan raid conduct a farce of trial? See.

Sidenote: My literary disappointment is in no way meant to demean the emotions of women who are attacked by men of any color, shape, religious background, or political affliation. The stories I'm referencing aren't about the experiences of the women - they are about the social response by uninvolved parties to the incident

I guess all this is to say that I expected something more unique from my dear Morgan (I have discovered his friends called him Morgan, so I'm going with that for now). "I think that most Indians, like most English people, are shits, and I am not interested whether they sympathize with one another or not" (Intro).  Oh. That leaves me wondering...what happened to "Only connect!" from Howard's End?

Perhaps we are only supposed to connect with non-sh*ts? Or maybe the universal nature of the novel's conflict shows that humanity needs to work on becoming something that's best described without using four letter words?

Image from A Passage to India film found here.