Locating Naipaul: "Not English, Not Indian, Not Trinidadian" Author(S): Harish Trivedi Reviewed Work(S): Source: Journal of Caribbean Literatures, Vol
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Maurice Lee Locating Naipaul: "Not English, Not Indian, Not Trinidadian" Author(s): Harish Trivedi Reviewed work(s): Source: Journal of Caribbean Literatures, Vol. 5, No. 2 (Spring 2008), pp. 19-32 Published by: Maurice Lee Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/40986250 . Accessed: 05/02/2013 09:25 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. Maurice Lee is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to Journal of Caribbean Literatures. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded on Tue, 5 Feb 2013 09:25:38 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions Locating Naipaul: "Not English, Not Indian, Not Trinidadian" Harish Trivedi Few writerseven in the moderntimes of widespreadmigrancy could have inheriteda sensibility so widelydislocated and so deeplydisjointed as V.S. Naipaul. He was bornin 1932 in Trinidadto parentswhose own parents on bothsides had emigratedas bondedlabourers, or girmitiyas (a Hindicorruption of "agreement" or thebond signed by them), from one ofthe poorest regions of colonial North India. To dislocatehimself further, Naipaul swore when still in schoolthat he wouldleave theland of his birthbefore he was eighteen;he did so in factand has nevergone back to live in Trinidad.It was to Englandthat he went,a countryhe was then profoundlyenough colonized to imagineto be his truespiritual and intellectual home,but it did not take him long to be disabusedof that good-native fantasy. Whileliving in England,he wroteof Trinidad in hisfirst four books of fiction, and whenthat seam was exhausted,he feltready to travelfurther to whatwas at leastputatively his genetic and historical home, India. But the disillusionment and indeedthe sense of alienation he experienced there was even deeper; it was so complete as tobe shattering.Never perhaps has Naipaul lived on the edge of constant "hysteria" (inhis own accurately chosen word) as duringthat first year-long sojourn in India in 1962-63;"it was a journey,"as he simplyenough summed it up later,"that broke mylife in two"(Naipaul, "Two Worlds"193). Ever since,Naipaul's life,though ostensiblytethered to a peg ofa homein England,has beenemotionally homeless andincurably footloose; it is as ifhe has chosento be peripateticby vocation. Paul Theroux'smemoir Sir Vidia'sShadow is factuallyenough sub-titled A Friendship across Five Continents,while Naipaul's own Nobel Lecturehas been published underthe title "Two Worlds," which in thecontext seems an understatementfor it refersto just the two parts, architecturally very different, ofthe house he livedin as a child. Manymore worlds were to unfoldbefore Naipaul as he grewup: I had to clearup myworld, elucidate it, for myself. I had to go to [thehistorical records] ... to getthe true feel of the history of the colony[Trinidad]. I had to travel to India . Andwhen that Indian needwas satisfied,others became apparent: Africa, South America, theMuslim world. The aim has alwaysbeen to fillout my world picture,and thepurpose comes frommy childhood: to makeme moreat ease withmyself. ("Two Worlds"191) This is of course(and foronce) too modest.Naipaul's great achievement as a writerhas beento "elucidate"not only his owndeeply commingled and confused worldbut also thatof his less dislocated readers, and to fill out their "world picture" as wellas hisown. But whether this has left them also "moreat ease" withthemselves remainsa mootquestion; in fact, judging by their anxiety in manycases to disown Naipaulrather than to identify with his world- view, they have often been put seriously ill atease byhim, and that perhaps is equallya partof his achievement. The anxiety This content downloaded on Tue, 5 Feb 2013 09:25:38 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions 20 Journalof CaribbeanLiteratures tolocate the pathologically dislocated Naipaul in any locus except where oneself is comfortablyand unquestioningly located seems to havebeen a constantstrand of thereception of Naipaul by his readers. Unsettled himself, he has unsettled countless others,and many have sought to distance and disown him for he hasheld up tothem a mirrorso acutelysharp that the image has seemeddistorted. It maybe difficultto locateNaipaul; it's even more discomfiting to acceptourselves as locatedby him. (Dis)owningNaipaul The HindiTV channelon whichI heardthe news of Naipaul's Nobel promptly wenton toadd that he was theseventh Indian, or person of Indian origin, to win the prize.Wait till Naipaul hears of such knee-jerk chauvinistic appropriation, I thought; he will surelyhave somethingcharacteristically stinging to say. But, always unpredictable,Naipaul in hisbrief statement responding to thenews of the award acknowledgedaffiliation with two countries: England where he worksand writes, andIndia, "the land of my ancestors." In India,however, the tide turned very quickly. It appeared that though Naipaul mayhave wanted to own us inhis hour of glory, what we wereanxious to do was to quicklydisown him. He has,after all, been for several decades now the undisputed worldheavy-weight champion in the sport of India-bashing, and just because he had wonthe big prize, we werenot going to forgive him. Forsaking for once the colonial cringeby which we immediatelyiconize anyone even remotely Indian who has made itbig in theWest by winning a prizeor even got rich quick through a largeroyalty advance,we choseto tellNaipaul that either he was no Indianat all or,worse still, he was a bad Indian,and we weregoing to havenothing to do withhim at all.1 In a pieceI was askedto do withina coupleof days of the news for the Sunday editionof a Hindinewspaper, I began by saying that Naipaul's Indianness began to unfurlas soon as one speltout his favouredcryptic initials "V.S." as Vidiadhar Surajprasad,and the half-foreign "Naipaul" too derived from "Nepal;" indeed, his migrantancestors from both his father'sand mother'sside had sailed outunder Brahminsurnames all toofamiliar in North India, "Pandey" and "Dube." Buteven thisfactual exposition raised the hackles of a youngMarxist critic who alleged in a rejoindera coupleof weeks later that I hadn'tjust been explicating the name, I had infact been claiming Naipaul for India. Meanwhile, the foremost Hindi critic Namvar Singhhad kept at the head of the rising chorus, in the topical context of the U.S. war onAfghanistan, that the Nobel had been given to Naipaul by a gratefulWest for his anti-Muslimstance expressed in his books, Among the Believers and Beyond Belief, of whichthe latter contained formulations which were "pretty much the same" as thoseexpressed by Samuel Huntington inhis essay (as itwas initially),"The Clash ofCivilizations" (Singh 2). Soon,this emerged as thestandard reductive reaction in Indiato Naipaul's Nobel. It was a politicalaward and not a literaryone, said writers andintellectuals who themselves claimed to be progressiveand radical by ideological convictionand who therefore had always maintained that there was no suchthing as the"literary" exempt from the "political." On theother hand, Naipaul claimed: "I haveno politicalagenda. I havenever had one. I writewhat I see,"while he turned This content downloaded on Tue, 5 Feb 2013 09:25:38 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions LocatingNaipaul 21 aroundthe charge that he hadoffended "Third World sensitivities" by calling them "untutoredsensitivities" ("I'm notEnglish" 3). Muslim-basher/Hindu-basher In anycase, it maybe argued,if thereis a Nobel forMuslim-bashing, how unfairthat there isn't one forHindu-bashing, for in thatcase Naipaulwould have wonit decades ago, perhaps with the publication of his very first book on India,An Area ofDarkness, He said in it,for example, that Hindus were inhumanly callous and insensitiveto thepoverty and degradationall aroundthem because of their religiousbelief that the world was maya[illusion] anyhow. This was also thereason whya writerlike R.K. Narayancould notreally write novels, because if,in the Hinduview, the world itself was maya,that led to "a profounddoubt about the purposeand valueof fiction" (Naipaul, An Area ofDarkness 216). Later,Naipaul felt,Narayan's novels were hardlynovels but rather"religious books, at times religiousfables, and intenselyHindu" (India 22). And,in a farless philosophical kindof objection to Hinduism, Naipaul refused to take his shoes off at the Jagannath templein Puri,arguing that "the temple floor was fardirtier and moredisgusting thanhis shoes and that the idea of defiling such a filthyunswept place was ridiculous;" thisapparently caused enoughcommotion for the incident to be reportedin the LondonTimes (Theroux 292). Again,if Muslim-bashing were the main criterion for awarding Nobel prizes, did notSalman Rushdie have a priorclaim, for hadn't he carrieda prizefor his head-on-a-platteras the result of a fatwa?And hadn'tRushdie gone even further thanGeorge Bush and in fact made him look like a namby-pambyby arguing, in an articlepublished in the wake of 9/1 1 inthe New YorkTimes and titled "Yes, This is aboutIslam," that there was no use pretendingthat the battle of the West was only againstterrorism and notagainst Islam, for of courseit