25 May 2012

MODERN ARAB LITERATURE

MODERN ARAB LITERATURE:  
     A CLASH OF CULTURES  
© Farouk Asvat  

     In the last thirty years the Arab people have experienced a period of acute change; it has been a society in the throes of a revolution.  And Egyptian fiction, in reflecting the varied emotions of such a period, gives an indication of a people under the strains of sudden social, political and cultural change, following centuries of established custom and order.  Arab writers, like writers throughout the supposed ‘Third World’, have had to transcend these traditions, and depart from techniques that have been the accepted norm for centuries; they have had to provide a vision of their own, to find a way through a labyrinth of contradictory cultural influences, so that they could speak to the Arabs of today - torn between East and West, socialism and capitalism, European values and Islamic values - about new things in a new way.  

     It is not easy to transcend the traditions of a language that had been the accepted custom for centuries to establish a new norm consonant with the modern world.  The struggle for a better life in the ‘Third World’ has to be more arduous and continuous, better equipped to protect itself and ensure its growth, and more scientifically planned - without losing its essential humanity - to achieve success and ultimate victory.  The engaged writer is thus face to face with himself: he is either sincere or not; she is either original or not, he is either a poet or not.  Therefore to read modern literature- the geniuses among them - is to feel the pulse of the modern world.  


[§] MODERN ARAB POETRY  

     Arabs in the modern world are eagerly groping for a place under the sun, anxiously trying to discover a national identity amidst contradictory ideologies.  In their spiritual malaise they are torn between Arab values and Western values, between exploitation and socialism, between populism and nationalism.  

     And nobody has succeeded better than poets in reflecting the varied emotions of such a period.  The contemporary Arab poets have confronted the shattering experiences of wars, coups d'états and civil strife.  The revolutionary poets have cast off the outworn conventions of the classical tradition, and have rebelled against the clichés (verbal and emotional) that have dogged Arabic writing.  

     Their poetry portrays a picture of a people under the stress of sudden social, political and intellectual change; and the poets have had to provide a vision of their own, find their way through a maze of foreign cultural influences in order to speak to the Arabs of today about new things in a new way.  

     The Second World War, the Arab-Israeli conflicts, the invasion of Lebanon by Zionist forces all contributed to the upheaval.  But it was the Palestinian wars, more than anything else, that laid bare the inefficiency of traditional Arab social structures that has been existing by sheer inertia, - its inadequacy in the face of modern technology and organization made abundantly clear.  All that was hopeful and honest in the Arab world was crying out for change; and all that was mean and evil tried to suppress this cry.  And change did not come easily, nor was it accepted without resistance; and more than once the Arabs found themselves divided among themselves.  The socialist revolution that some of them had adopted was shown to be insufficient; they realized that it had to be more radical and extensive; that their struggle for a better life, like that of others in the ‘Third World’, had to be more arduous and continuous, better equipped to protect itself and ensure its growth, and more scientifically planned to achieve success and ultimate victory.  

     Incessantly pressing was their need for a genuine entry into modernity, an authentic freedom from the crippling shackles of traditional modes of thought, and a real grip on the power of science and technology to enhance the quality of Arab life.  

     It was not easy for the poets to transcend the traditions of a language and poetic technique that had been the accepted norm for fifteen centuries, in order to establish a new norm consonant with their new vision.  They suffered from excruciating agonies of the soul, as they honestly tried to formulate a vision that would be authentically theirs, in the maze of foreign cultural influences.  Their poetic sensibilities were put to a hard test, and only a few were able to resolve the tensions creatively and meaningfully.  

     Since the 1940's, Arab poetry has been dominated by four major developments: the Taf'ila Movement (1947-1957), the Majallat Shi'r Movement (1957-1967), the June 1967 Experience (1967-1982) and the Beirut Experience (1982 onwards).  

     The Taf'ila Movement started in 1947 with the publication by Nazik al-Mala'ika and Badr Shakir al-Sayyab of two experimental poems, whose compositions represented an act of defiance against established poetic values.  Others followed, creating more flexible forms that freed poetry from the sentimental indulgence of the earlier escapist poetry.  The association of some of these poets with the Iraqi Communist Party helped to sharpen their awareness of the social problems of the country, leading to persecution and exile, which in turn strengthened their resolve.  Al-Sayyab's Rain Song exemplified this period, describing the abuses of power in Iraq.  

     The Majallat Shi'r Movement originated with Yusuf al-Khal's magazine Shi'r.  Using historical and mythological themes to interpret contemporary situations, reflecting political and social realities and projecting a vision of the future, they attempted to create their own idiom.  They also evaluated their classical poetic heritage, linking it with the positive elements of other cultures.  Most of the Shi'r poets were Christian, thus broadening the scope of Arab poetry and insight into other cultures.  The Shi'r poets have been responsible for radically changing people's views on classical and modern poetry, and their ability to fuse classical techniques with Symbolist, Modernist, Futurist, Imagist, Dada and Surrealist theories on poetry was one of their main achievements, and represented a historic literary advance.  

     Israel's sweeping victory over the Arabs in the Huzairan (June 1967) War stunned the Arab world.  Nizar Qabbani's poem, Footnotes To The Book Of The Setback, captured the mood of a nation shattered by defeat, and was banned throughout the Arab world after its initial publication.  But it was smuggled into every Arab country, printed surreptitiously, and learnt by heart; and released a flood of political frustration and anger that found expression in what became known as 'The June Literature'.  And the 'Resistance Poets,' Mahmoud Darwish, Samih al-Qasim and Rashid Hussein (the latter living in Israel), regarded poetry as the only way of asserting their Arab identity within an alien culture.  

     In June 1982 Israel invaded Lebanon, and the destruction of Beirut had a devastating effect on Arab culture.  The street, the desert, and the sea became recurring themes in the poetry of Beirut under siege.  A note of desperation pervades these poems, exposing Palestinian vulnerability, taking the Palestinian leaders to task for selling false hopes to their people, showing the lack of ideological direction in the Palestinian leadership.  As Darwish cried out:  

     We have a country of words.  Speak, speak so we may know the end of this travel.

     Modern Arab poetry thus has a tragic character consonant with its environment, stemming from a tragic conception of life, from an understanding of being as a continuous conflict in which people are eternally making choices, eternally carrying a burden, eternally making sacrifices, sincerely preoccupied with an understanding of life.  Not interested in a description of it from the outside, the poets are bent on experiencing it within themselves.  

     The modern Arab poet thus has to confront not only his society, but also himself; - and paying the price in spiritual anguish, he has been ready to be a martyr.  

     But the strength of the modern Arab poet lies in the fact that he writes about the misery and tragedy of individuals who suffer the effects of politicians obsessed with the old illusions of grandeur.  The politician proclaims nationalism while promoting sectional and personal interests.  The poet proclaims the individual and promotes dignity.  One broadcasts propaganda, the other writes the truth.  It naturally follows that Arab poetry is a high-risk business.  

     And this restless search for personal and social happiness and salvation is at the root of the new Arabic poetry.  It is tragic inasmuch as the existential riddle of life finds no final solution in it.  A mystical dedication to truth, a resilience in struggle, a readiness for crucifixion and a hope in resurrection continue to be its main themes.  To read it is to feel the pulse of the modern Arab world.  

     These themes are excellently explored in Modern Arab Poets, translated and edited by Issa J Boullata; Modern Poetry Of The Arab World, translated and edited by Abdullah al-Udhari; Selected Poems by Adonis; and The Music Of Human Flesh by Mahmoud Darwish.  


[§] MODERN ARAB FICTION  

     "It is the Egyptians who have given form and structure to story-telling as an Arab literary art."  
     • P J Vatikiotis (The Times Literary Supplement). 

     The short story is the most popular form of written Arabic literature (as opposed to song and oral poetry); it is most developed in Egypt, and it is the Egyptians who have consistently exhibited a special talent among Arabic speakers for fiction.  

     "They have managed, particularly in the past twenty years, to develop the short story, novel and drama to a fairly high artistic standard, despite the suspicion by the religious establishment that fiction is corrupt because it deals with love and man's desires and weaknesses, fears and torments, all of them areas of life that are inappropriate for public revelation …; not to mention antagonism to if for being of infidel-foreign-provenance …" (Vatikiotis).  

     The best writer in this genre is surely Yusuf Idris, whose poignant short stories are collected as The Cheapest Nights.  

     Another collection of stories in this series is Sonallah Ibrahim's The Smell Of It. 

     Naguib Mehfouz is the best-known and most successful Arabic novelist.  He has published about twenty volumes of novels and short stories.  Midaq Alley (Zuqāq al Midaq), is a vivid description of a vibrant alley in the back streets of Cairo, serving as a microcosm for the country; which also has the best reasons for going on the hajj; and Miramar, which relates the interaction of the residents of a small hotel in Alexandria - from the intricate perspective of each of the residents in turn (which again serves as a miniature version of the country).  But Naguib Mehfouz 's most interesting (and controversial) novel is undoubtedly Children of Gabelawi, a fictionalized account of the lives of the prophets: Adam and his (4th) Black wife, Moses, Jesus and Muhammad, each living in the peripheral slums of Cairo in succeeding generations, each being a revolutionary leader fighting against the corruption and oppression in the slums of Cairo.  

     A writer newly available in the same series is Fathy Ghanem with The Man Who Lost His Shadow.  

     The only collection of Arabic plays in the series is Tewfik Al-Hakim's Fate Of A Cockroach and other plays of freedom.  

     A valuable introduction to Egyptian poetry is provided in Modern Arab Poets, edited by I Boullata, and Salah 'Abd al-Sabur's poignant and intensely passionate poems.  

     Non-Egyptian writers in this series include the Sudanese Tayeb Salih's Season of Migration To The North (a novel) and The Wedding of Zein (a collection of short stories); Tawfiq Yusuf Awad's Death In Beirut; and the Palestinian, Mahmoud Darwish's Selected Poems. 


♦ EGYPTIAN SHORT STORIES  
     selected and translated by Denys Johnson-Davies 

     This is an excellent introduction to modern Egyptian writing, comprising stories by 17 authors, including Yusuf Idris, the best in the genre, and whose collection of selected stories is available in English as The Cheapest Nights.  Furthermore, Johnson-Davies' translations are of such high quality that they give English readers the impression the stories were originally written in English.  

     Edward El-Kharrat's Within the Walls is the best and most powerful and evocative story in the collection.  It is the tale of Haniyya, a young widow who challenges the môres of her village, with tragic consequences.  The language is beautifully imaginative and gently handled, just as the story itself is carefully developed to its climax.  

     Although El-Kharrat has produced only two volumes of short stories, he is a major influence on the modern literary movement in Egypt.  

     Lutfi Al-Khouli's The Man Who Saw The Sole Of His Left Foot In A Cracked Mirror, is a surrealistic story unfolding on the thought-experiences of a Cairo man whose more or less wife had been unfaithful to him, and whose twin-brother does not return from an ill-fated trip into the desert.  

     Al-Khouli, who observes that "the eye does not see everything in things," has been in and out of prison 12 times because of his political activities.  He has published two volumes of short stories, and political works including Conversations with Bertrand Russell and Jean-Paul Sartre.  

     Nabil Gorgy's Yusuf Murad Morcos is a lovely little piece, tongue-in-cheek, about Yusuf's life, love, career and marriage – it is a tragedy handled as comedy in the most underhand manner.  

     The Conjurer Made Off With The Dish by Naguib Mahfouz, Egypt's best-known novelist, examines fate as it affects a young boy sent to buy beans.  

     Yusuf Idris' House of Flesh is the story of a blind Qur'an reciter who assumes further blindness to absolve his responsibilities; and his relationship with the widow he marries, and her three ugly daughters.  This story is not included in The Cheapest Nights, but is a good example of Idris' concern with the struggling poor.  

     Mohamed El-Bisatie's Conversations From The Third Floor is between the wife standing outside the prison yard and her imprisoned husband.  

     Suleiman Fayyad's The Accusation is a pitiful, but unfortunately long-winded story.  

     A Place Under The Dome by Abdul Rahman Fahmy is the sad story of the eccentric, indefatigable Sheikh Sabir. 

     In Yusuf Shaouni's The Crush of Life, the obese bus conductor Fathi Abdoul Rasoul, born in the countryside, develops a phobia for overcrowding - it deals with the tragic effects his obesity and ocholophobia have on him. 

     The final story, by Gamal Atia Ibrahim, The Child and the King, tells of an infant's upbringing during the reign of a King, and during the Revolution, and the effects his father's attitudes have on him in later life.  

     An interesting aspect of this collection worth considering is that most of these writers were politically active or imprisoned, and yet, contrasting it to South African writing, their writing is not political per se, but socially engagé nevertheless. 

     Though a few of the stories are mediocre, the collection is a very good exposition of Egyptian writing today, covering a wide field of talent; and explains why the short story is the most popular form of Arabic fictional literature.  


♦ THE MAN WHO LOST HIS SHADOW
     by Fathy Ghanem

     Fathy Ghanem was born in Egypt in 1924 and became editor of Sabah Al-Khair.  His first novel satirised a well-meant attempt to resettle peasants; but the Cairo press forms the background of much of his later writing.  

     The story of The Man Who Lost His Shadow is so deceptively simple, the reading so rapid, one gets so subtly involved with the main characters, one feels part of their lives - as if first Mabruka, then Samia, then Muhammad Nagi, and then Yusif himself, are confiding their selves to us.  

     The story revolves around Yusif Hamid, the young and ambitious son of a teacher, as he enters into the jungle of Cairo journalism.  We see him through the minds of Mabruka (a young peasant girl come to Cairo to work for the aristocratic Rateb Bey, and then works for Yusuf's father whom she marries); Samia (the beautiful girl having ambitions of becoming a famous actress, who ends up loving Yusif); Muhammad Nagi (the foremost Cairo editor eventually dethroned by Yusif); and then we see via himself Yusif's rise to power, and his control over so many lives - except perhaps his own and that of a girl he desires.  

     There is much interweaving of the characters' lives, but the pivotal dilemma is that of Yusif, as he himself reflects: "How was it I grew up, acquired knowledge, fame and fortune, yet lost myself."

     Francis King has called Ghanem's style "A sober and lucid realism worthy of Maupassant."  Kingsley Amis, talking on BBC radio, remarked: "...what I admire is the sheer literary skill with which the material is shaped and handled ..."  

     The cover design (for this edition) by Ahmed Mustapha is imaginative, and the novel itself is fast reading, with rapid plot and character development, moving from scene to scene without the laborious mental conflicts and scene descriptions characteristic of so much Western literature.  But the tale is not one of cozy irony - it is filled with those moments of truth that are obvious yet seldom mentioned but immediately recognised; statements that explain life for one fleeting instant to be made ambiguous by the actions of the protagonists themselves.  


♦ THE CHEAPEST NIGHTS
     by Yusuf Idris

     "Yusuf Idris … is the renovator and genius of the short story."  
          • Tewfik al Hakim  

     Yusuf Idris' contact with the working class and the struggling poor enables him to portray such vivid and unforgettable characters as the perplexed peasant Abdul Kerim, the red-haired temptress Li-Li, the impotent policeman Ramadan, the hard-up Abdou, and the long-suffering El Shabrawi.  

     Yusuf Idris is one of the leading figures in modern Egyptian literature, and the best in the genre of the short story.  This collection of 15 of his finest pieces reveals his love and deep attachment to the rural surroundings, and his compassion, understanding and ultimate faith in humanity.  But his stories are also powerful and immediate reflections of his own rebellious life.  

     Idris' stories are devoid of a central plot, and the simplicity of his themes gives vigour to his writing: he simply introduces us into a very real world making us share the experiences of his perfectly sketched characters.  He captures their outward behaviour through a few masterly strokes, revealing their emotions and reactions without resorting to psychological analysis.  We see this against their destiny and against the human condition - but Idris does not pass judgement on any of his characters, although a moral is implicit in the narrative.  

     Yusuf Idris' most vivid character is the fellah (or peasant) in his daily confrontation with the higher strata of society, and the growing bureaucracy; and his day-to-day struggles to feed himself and his ever­enlarging family, so that one type of character remains dominant: the frustrated, ambitious, idealistic young, but poor man, unable to fulfill his vision due to the harsh environment and the rigours of life.  

     In The Cheapest Nights itself, Abdul Kerim, devoid of entertainment for lack of money, returns each night to his poverty-ridden home and to his wife "with her brood of six" to indulge in the only pastime he can afford.  It is an excellent, descriptive story seen through Kerim's mind, a man whose perplexity is greater than he can deal with - so that his fatalistic cynicism, his vituperation, is all that he possesses.  

     In You Are Everything To Me, Ramadan, the ageing policeman, loses his virility, and torn between despair and humiliation, he pursues every means to regain it, but finally resigns himself to a transferred comfort.  

     In The Errand, El Shabrawi volunteers to take an insane woman by train to Cairo, the city he hankers to return to - but the bureaucracy of Cairo and the mentally disturbed woman have an unexpected effect on El Shabrawi.  

     In Hard Up, Abdou is broke, as always.  He moves from job to job between periods of unemployment, until he discovers an ingenious method to earn his money, but even that doesn't last.  The story strongly puts the point that a man must even sell his blood just to stay alive.  

     The Queue deals with the thwarted attempts of a landowner to deprive the poor of their marketplace, and the determination and ingenuity of the poor in always finding a way to make a living.  

     In The Funeral Ceremony, Abou'l Metwalli has no time for civilities - driving a bargain, performing the mere formalities, to get the rituals over with - even in the presence of death.  It shows with stark simplicity the dire struggles for daily bread.  

     All On A Summer's Night is a pathetic story of the effects a city-wise braggart's stories have on a group of pubertal peasant boys.  The narrative is well-developed to its climax, and the secret dreams of the young farm-workers are revealed with remarkable sensitivity.  

     In The Caller In The Night, Saleh believes everything the medical student tells him, so that his unforgivable ignorance and blind faith have tragic consequence.  

     In The Dregs Of The City, Judge Abdallah, a bachelor, uses his obsequious servant Farghali to hire a young female servant.  The story gives a very good descriptive contrast between the rich and the poor areas of Cairo.  

     Did You Have To Turn On The Lights Li-Li, is the most delightful, and in the end, rather sad story of Imam Abdel Al, who comes to lead a drugged community onto the right path, only to do battle with the devil incarnate, the half-Egyptian, half-English, red-haired temptress Li-Li, who only gives herself to foreigners.  It would be rather cruel to reveal the ending, which is absolutely delicious. 

     Death From Old Age:  Intimation s on life and death in a philosophical, descriptive narrative - those nearest death making a living from the death of others.  

     Bringing In The Bride deals with the strange custom of bringing in the bride, but it is also perhaps a comment on how generosity can be taken advantage of.  

     The Shame is set on a farm, where "private affairs need not remain private."  The story demonstrates Yusuf Idris' shrewd understanding of the fellahin mind.  

     Because The Day Of Judgement Never Comes is the story of Ibrahim's premature discovery of life, and himself, in an overcrowded room.  Leading to the ultimate realization of the truth of his own origins, it is about the painful loss of innocence.  

     The Freak is an allegorical tale of the fear people have of their innermost truths and of their clandestine activities being discovered.  


● Yusuf Idris was born in 1927 in an Egyptian village, and his family moved a great deal from one town in the Delta to another before finally settling in Cairo.  

     He studied medicine, but his years as a student were increasingly interrupted by the turbulent political situation in Egypt: he took part in demonstrations against the British and the corrupt system of King Farouk; and he was responsible for radical publications which led to his suspension from college, and to his imprisonment.  After graduation he worked at a government hospital, but his revolutionary vocation continued.  He joined underground organisations fighting the British, and he supported Nasser's rise to power, but soon became disillusioned, when he realised that the revolution had accomplished few of its glowing promises.  Idris was arrested and incarcerated; and during his detention he joined the Communist Party, only to resign when he realised he could never accept the totalitarian side of communism.  

     Idris practiced medicine for a time, travelled extensively in the Arab world, and became a government health inspector.  Butin 1960, having decided to devote himself entirely to writing, he gave up medicine, and became editor of a Cairo newspaper.  

     In 1961 he joined the freedom fighters in the Algerian mountains, and remained there for six months fighting the French, until he was wounded.  He was later decorated for valour by the Algerian government.  

     Yusuf Idris' literary career began when he was a medical student.  His short stories began to appear in a prominent Cairo newspaper and a leading weekly magazine.  In 1954 his first collection of stories was published as Arkhas Layali (The Cheapest Nights).  In 1959 Qua'a Al Madina (The Dregs Of The City) appeared; followed by Hadi'that Sharaf (The Shame) in 1960.  Akher al Dunya (Ends Of The Earth) appeared in 1961, followed by Lughat ul Ay Ay (The Language Of Pain) in 1967.  In 1970 Beit Men Lahm (House of Flesh) appeared.  

     The Cheapest Nights is the first time his works have been published in English, and includes, at the author's request, stories from each of the above six collections in order to represent work from every stage of his development as a writer.  

     Yusuf Idris is best known as a short story writer, but he is also an established journalist, has published novels, and is a playwright of great originality: his plays are mostly comedies with political overtones written in colloquial language.  

     Idris is essentially a socialist writer and brings to his stories a unique ability to exploit both the classical and colloquial languages to his literary purposes.  Idris' style is unique: he makes a deliberate distinction between the language spoken by his characters and that which he assumes when he himself takes over the narrative.  This subtle alternation of spoken and classical Arabic enhances the realism of his stories, and expresses his own individuality as a writer.  (Unfortunately the distinction is lost in the English translation).  This innovation raised an outcry among Arab critics initially, but they eventually capitulated, when it became evident that the Arab reader was for the first time savouring a purely indigenous product - a stark expression of himself.  

     Idris' short stories have been singled out for particular praise, and much of his work has been translated into Russian and other European languages.  And this book has been accepted in the Contemporary Arab Authors Series as part of the Translations Collections of UNESCO.  

     Taha Hussein, the eminent Egyptian writer and scholar hailed Yusuf as a young writer of outstanding talent.  Tewfik al Hakim, the most famous Arab playwright, called Yusuf Idris "the renovator and genius of the short story."  Michael Petrie­Ritchie commented: "As a social document, The Cheapest Nights is absorbing; as a series of character studies it is both vivid and moving."  

     Yusuf Idris is no stranger to censorship and persecution for his humanitarian attitude to the plight of Egypt's poor.  And success and recognition have not diverted him from political issues.  His play, The Schemers, was banned for being highly critical of Nasser's policies; and as literary editor of Cairo's highly influential newspaper Al Ahram he was sacked once under King Farouk, four times under Nasser, and once under Sadat so far.  

     From the beginning of his literary career, Idris has been concerned to portray life as he saw it, with all its anxieties and blemishes.  As a writer he sees himself as the "social lungs for the people to breathe through."  He says that a writer differs from other people in that he is more impressionable, with a keener sensitivity to his surroundings, and has a part to play in society.  And his views remain the same today as they did more than two decades ago: that there must be change, an improvement in the lot of the majority of the people.  

     Yusuf Idris reiterates his conviction that life is a constant process of change with which views and values must keep up.  Nothing must remain static.  Where there is standstill there is no life.  People are not born to accept the situations imposed upon them by previous generations.  He is therefore always alert to new concepts and to new philosophies.  He says that "in a constantly changing world, a writer is a major factor in revolution."  


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composed: 1980 [Cape Town, South Africa under apartheid]

[] Acknowledgements:

Modern Arab Writers was previously serialized in:
Muslim News as:
     "Modern Egyptian Literature": (Muslim News, Cape Town, p9, 17.10.1980);
     "Egyptian Short Stories": (Muslim News, Cape Town, p16, 31.10.1980);
     "The Man Who Lost His Shadow" by Fathy Ghanem: (Muslim News, Cape Town, p8, 14.11.1980);
     "The Cheapest Nights" by Yusuf Idris: (Muslim News, Cape Town, p8, 28.11.1980).

Modern Arab Writers was previously serialized in the: 
Sowetan as:
     "A Clash Of Cultures" [Modern Arab Literature]: (Sowetan, Argus, Jhb, p14, 29.07.1987);
     "Reflections On Political, Social Realities" [Modern Arab Poetry]: (Sowetan, Argus, Jhb, p11, 05.08.1987);
     "Within The Walls" [Egyptian Short Stories]: (Sowetan, Argus, Jhb, p13, 12.08.1987);
     "Genius Of The Short Story" [Yusuf Idris]: (Sowetan, Argus, Jhb, p10, 19.08.1987);
     "Moulded By Upheaval" [Yusuf Idris]: (Sowetan, Argus, Jhb, p17, 26.08.1987).

Modern Arab Writers was previously published in:
     Weapons of Words (kindle, 2016);
     Weapons of Words (amazon paperback, p50, 2016).
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17 April 2012

LATIN AMERICAN LITERATURE

THE SAD SPLENDOUR OF LATIN AMERICAN LITERATURE  
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          ♦ PABLO NERUDA  
          ♦ CARLOS FUENTES 
          ♦ GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ  

     "Every Latin American writer goes around dragging a heavy body, the body of his people, of his past, of his national history," Pablo Neruda once said.  

     It is a statement pertinent to our own situation, for the wonder, scope and sadness of Latin American literature reflects so much of our own anguish and quest.  

     From Guatemalan Miguel Angel Asturias' fantasy-filled The Mulatta And Mister Fly, who, lusting after fabulous riches, bargains with the corn demon, appears at mass with his fly unbuttoned, mortgages his soul, sacrificing his wife to marry the beautiful, bisexual Mulatta, mysterious as the moon; through Brazilian Jorge Amado's cinnamon-coloured, clove­smelling Gabriela, indifferent to political intrigues and materialism; to Cuban Alejo Carpentier's Explosion In A Cathedral; and Mario Vargas Llosa's deceptively light-hearted, haunting portrait, Aunt Julia And The Scriptwriter, that transforms the vagaries of youth into a daring, multilayered novel about love and art beneath the drizzle and mists of Lima; to Mexican poet Octavio Paz's task of making delicate and exact literal statements of consciousness; and Argentine Jorge Luis Borges' metaphysical teasers of mathematical style, in a new world where objects assume shapes to please the beholder - and his unforgettable exercises in the art of astonishment; to Brazilian Julio Cortázar's bedazzling Hopscotch which undermines conventional notions of time, place and character; and Chilean José Donoso's hallucinatory observations in Obscene Bird Of Night; to Guillermo Cabrera Infante's history of Cuba from Columbus to Castro in Three Trapped Tigers, where memory splits the images, and works the magnifications, producing prose pratfalls, cross-cuttings of parody, and boozy interior monologues; through to Brazil's Márcio Souza's bawdy epic tale of The Emperor Of The Amazon, an exuberant latter­day conquistador, who becomes a revolutionary leader in the shadows of a diamond-studded opera house, voyaging with his three mistresses into the heart of the rubber kingdom - Latin American literature has an extraordinary vitality.  

     Out of the turmoils of South America have come works of art which challenge the imagination, showing us new relationships between psychic drives and social reality, attempting to create a cultural identity, with everything to write about, giving voice to all that has been silenced by four centuries of history: an epic surge encompassing a phenomenal array of social and historical perspectives.  

     The genre is filled with Márquez's problem that "Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination," in spite of Neruda's caution: "God help me from inventing when I sing."  

     Caught in the tension of illusory realism, because the realism of these novels is illusory, inaugurating realism by casting doubt on reality, using this illusory realism which is extremely real, because it takes place in the mind, Latin American literature is a reality not of paper, but one that lives within the writers (and the readers), nourishing a source of insatiable creativity, full of sorrow and beauty.  

     Faced with provincialism, political suppression and foreign influences that threatened to drown out their own voices, Pablo Neruda from Chile, Carlos Fuentes from Mexico and Gabriel García Márquez from Colombia have nevertheless come out with magic, fiction with a new dimension; a fabulous diversity inspiring a flowering of unconventional expression.  

     By using their magnificent ability to combine images and words in a fantastic realm, and their active involvement in the social consciousness of their people, they have created a world of apparent wonder firmly established in the realities of their lives.  

     And here we thank the couriers of culture, Nathaniel Tarn and Gregory Rabassa, among others, who by deciphering the Hispanic writers' verbal gymnastics, have given life to us in a foreign literature and culture, by transforming the translations themselves into works of art.  


[§] PABLO NERUDA  

     "I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics," Pablo Neruda once said.  "I have never been in with those in power and have always felt that my vocation and my duty was to serve the Chilean people in my actions and with my poetry.  I have lived singing and defending them."  

     Neruda regarded poetry not as an elite pursuit but as a statement of human solidarity addressed to the ordinary people.  

     A prolific writer, with more than 40 anthologies to his credit, Neruda had the "protean ability to be always in the vanguard of change," periodically shedding his poetic skin to assume new forms.  

     From the vitality of his youthful love poetry, to the dislocation and isolation expressed in poems written during his years as consul in the East, to the odes that pay homage to the people and objects of daily living, to the nature poems of the birds and stones of Chile - in subject, form, tone, language and imagery, Neruda's poems contain astonishing riches, bound by a coherent vision of man and the universe, a socialist vision of unalienated man, working towards justice on earth.  

     Neruda put eyes and tongues into every inanimate object, breaking the wall of silence around crystal, wood and stone, desiring a poetry that would strive after a knowledge without antecedents.  Neruda's sensibility to nature is unique, but he encompassed a political consciousness which made him the poet laureate of the masses, a public poet who addressed himself to the community not simply as an individual but as their voice; giving substance to his prophecy, providing the key to his deciphering of the universe, enabling him to stand up, and assume a prophetic role.  

     Twenty Love Poems And A Song Of Despair is familiar to South Americans the way proverbs and popular songs are.  Espousing the vitality of his youthful love, they are poems of discovery, an adolescent's confrontation of woman and the universe.  The women merge into nature, metamorphosed into earth or mist, with the poet as interrogator and explorer:  

     Every day you play with the light of the universe.
     Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
     …
     Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?  


     Serving as a diplomat in Rangoon, cut off from spoken Spanish, and lonely to the point of desperation, he transformed his isolation into poetry as Residence On Earth.  Here his dialogue was with a dying universe, where men and objects became opaque and unresponsive.  Neruda would later consider them aberrant, but Julio Cortázar has defended them eloquently; and in fact they are probably nearer the mood of our age than anything he wrote since, for he suggests that man, a recent invention, is destined to disappear; and whatever laws exist in the universe, they are not human ones.  Yet even as he fails to envisage anything grander than a futile individual existence, he repudiates his trivial destiny:  

     I do not want to be the inheritor of so many misfortunes.
     I do not want to continue as a root and as a tomb,
     as a solitary tunnel, as a cellar full of corpses,
     stiff with cold, dying with pain.  

     There is then a kind of resurrection in his poetry.  In Spain as consul, Neruda found himself in a community of poets who had a sense of relationship with the people: Rafael Alberti (whose home was later destroyed by Fascists), and Federico García Lorca (who was assassinated soon after the outbreak of the Civil War):  

     And one morning all that was burning,
     one morning the bonfires
     leapt out of the earth
     devouring human beings -
     and from then on fire,
     gunpowder from then on,
     and from then on blood.
     Bandits with planes and Moors,
     bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
     bandits with black friars spattering blessings
     came through the sky to kill children
     and the blood of children ran through the streets
     without fuss, like children‘s blood.

     Jackals that the jackals would despise,
     stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
     vipers that the vipers would abominate!

     Face to face with you I have seen the blood
     of Spain tower like a tide
     to drown you in one wave
     of pride and knives!

     Treacherous
     generals:
     see my dead house,
     look at broken Spain:
     from every house burning metal flows
     instead of flowers,
     from every socket of Spain
     Spain emerges
     and from every dead child a rifle with eyes,
     and from every crime bullets are born
     which will one day find
     the bull's eye of your hearts.

     And you will ask: why doesn't his poetry
     speak of dreams and leaves
     and the great volcanoes of his native land?

     Come and see the blood in the streets.
     Come and see
     the blood in the streets.
     Come and see the blood
     in the streets!  

     With Spain In My Heart Neruda discovered the power of "great speech," for the poems are unmistakably addressed to an audience Neruda both addresses and accuses.  

     This sense of a public became more specific as he began to conceive the Chilean epic that would become the Canto General.  During the twelve years of its composition Neruda began regarding his poetry not as an elite pursuit, but as a statement of human solidarity addressed to the ordinary people.  In the supreme voice of the Canto General, Pablo Neruda unfolds the secret patterns of nature and history, revealing the true story of the Americas, explaining their geography, and the oppression by conquerors and dictators.  

     He began to read his poetry at trade union meetings and political rallies.  Threatened with arrest under Videla for his famous "I accuse" speech, Neruda went into hiding, sheltered by workers and country people, sharing the homes of the people for whom his poetry was intended.  This contributed to the final form of the Canto General, in which, without resorting to the language of daily life, he uses the heightened form of speech used in oratory, ceremony and invective.  Throughout Neruda is the mediator, he who hears the voice of nature and history, he who deciphers the enigma of stones, rivers and forests.  

     This addressing of nature and history, to penetrate their occult significance, recurs in each section of Canto General, but nowhere more powerfully than in The Heights Of Macchu Picchu, a poem of epic proportions, tracing the history of South America and evoking the grandeur of its landscapes.  Meditating on the Inca fortress which for centuries lay hidden in the Andean mountains, and on its vast mysterious structures, Neruda brings the past to life and makes the stones speak of those who laboured to build them.  

     But Canto General also re-enacts that important moment of genesis when consciousness emerged from darkness, going back time and again to that step, both in his own life, and to the remote past when men first separated their destiny from the cycle of nature, and came to the realization that man and woman are the true gods of their own destiny.  

     Using invective and insult, the curses fall on the exploiters of Chile, on tyrants and dictators, on "celestial poets," so that these ritual insults, like those of the ancient warriors, are destined to lead to a reversal of fortune: the dead to be born again, the exploiters silenced and destroyed.  

     Neruda then became increasingly preoccupied with clarity, with the communication of his poetry to a non­literary public.  Elemental Odes marks a development towards a poetry intended to be as natural as song, wishing to suggest an art as close as possible to life.  The odes are a homage to daily living, to ordinary people and objects: they celebrate bread, wood, tomatoes, weather, clothes, without the horror of the banal.  He wrote of those whose work involves the handling of primary materials, restoring a sense of the wholesomeness to work.  

     Unlike many contemporary writers whose distrust of language reduces them to silence, Neruda not only regards the word as a communion vessel with the past but also as the giver of life:  

     … the word fills with meaning,
     It remained gravid and it filled up with lives.
     Everything had to do with birth and sounds -
     …
     the verb took over all the power
     and blended existence with essence
     in the electricity of its beauty.  

     Though Pablo Neruda viewed poetry as a social act, this by no means limited his range, and a vast amount of his poetry is autobiographical.  But he has also resorted to the mythical and the fabulous, as in some of the poems in Extravagario, where he declared that he did not want to name things, but to "mix them up."  And there was an astonishing revival of love poetry in The Captain's Verse, a tribute to his second wife, to whom he also addressed One Hundred Sonnets Of Love.  

     Neruda's poetry underwent a further metamorphosis, as he began to write more and more intensely of nature, the ocean, of his house.  After so many wanderings, the traveller appeared to come to rest, to come into an almost religious communion with the natural world.  He published collections of poems on the birds of Chile, on its stones, on his house, and drew up an inventory of his life in poetry.  It is as if on a shrinking planet, Neruda wished to restore a sense of wonder, of the sacredness of the natural world.  

     Though he did not stop writing political and historical poetry, in this too there was a sense of returning to essences, to his origins, as in Ceremonial Songs.  

     In Watersong he again takes stock of his life, speaking of his wanderings, his political involvement, his personal happiness, and death:  

     It is time, love, to break off that sombre rose,
     shut up the stars and bury the ash in the earth;
     and, in the rising of the light, wake with those who awoke
     or go on in the dream, reaching the other shore of the sea which has no other shore.  

     But Neruda's life and poetry continued, taking new directions.  He published a musical play, dealing with a Californian folk hero supposedly of Chilean origin, and wrote a myth poem on the genesis of human progress.  

     With Incitement To Nixonicide And Celebration Of The Chilean Revolution he had recourse to "the most ancient weapons of poetry" - the song and the broad sheet which had been used by both classical and romantic poets against the enemy.  In spite of its title, it is one of the most consciously literary of his collections, rich in references to Whitman, Quevedo and Zúñiga.  

     With the election of Allende to the presidency in 1970, Chile had taken a decisive step towards a socialism the poet believed in.  He was appointed ambassador to Paris; and received the Nobel Prize for Poetry in 1971.  

     But he was a sick man now, and returned to Isla Nigra, believing he had earned his retirement to "winter quarters."  He found himself, instead, in a country on the verge of civil war.  "This is a heart-rending moment for Chile," he declared, "it invades my study and there is no option but to go on participating in this great struggle."  Long experience of Chilean politics made him singularly aware of the imminence of the tragic confrontation.  He went on to describe his homeland as a "silent Viet Nam without bombs or gunfire."  As he lay mortally sick, the army and navy rebelled, the palace was bombed, and Allende killed.  Neruda had lived long enough to see the results of half a century of struggle liquidated.  He died on 23 September 1973; and his funeral became the first public demonstration against the military government.  

     The poets thus established the language for the novelists: without Pablo Neruda, César Vallejo, Vicente Huidobro, Gabriela Mistral and José Martí there would perhaps be no Latin American novel, or one that would definitely be very different.  

     Latin America is the only place where the novel is really alive: a cultural zone where people feel that things have to be said, and if the writer does not say them, nobody will - creating a tremendous responsibility for the writer.  

     Latin American writers, especially Carlos Fuentes, have revolutionized the concept of linear time.  Their breaking up of time, their refusal to accept the singular concept of linear time imposed by the West, coincides profoundly with the Indian religious sense of circular time, time as a spiral, and also the everyday experience that times coexist.  


[§] CARLOS FUENTES  

     Carlos Fuentes, a "chameleon" among his Latin American contemporaries, having eight novels and a collection of short stories to his credit, is also a distinguished essayist, dramatist, and political pamphleteer.  

     "We have to assimilate the enormous weight of our past so we will not forget what gives us life," he says - a past that was silent, that was dead, that had to be brought alive through language.  Fuentes sees the Latin American writers' need to atone for four centuries of silence; and using the history of Mexico, something dreamed and imagined, he has utilized writing to establish an identity with his country.  

     He startled Mexico with Where The Air Is Clear, a caustic analysis of Mexico after the 1910-20 revolution.  A biography of Mexico City, it is a reflection of the many ancient strands of imaginary and historical life in the city, with its baroque essence, its breakdown of barriers, its overflow of cultures.  

     The Death Of Artemio Cruz is an exploration of one man's odyssey, simultaneously creating a vivid and haunting kaleidoscope of a country's history -: a novel of voices, it is about the death of life.  As Artemio Cruz, self-made tycoon of the new Mexico lies dying, memories struggle thickly to the surface: his youthful allegiance to the Revolution; his murdered first love; his wife who always hated him; his adored son who died in the Spanish Civil war; his own ruthless pursuit of wealth and manipulation of power. 

     Holy Place traces the Oedipal meanderings of a young man; while The Hydra Head studies the nature of power - a recurrent theme with Latin American novelists.  

     A Change Of Skin is a book as intricately designed as ceremonial brocade, a fascinating elegy for a dead world, with that unmistakable authority of creation on the most committed and personal level.  Four people on a desultory, self-searching pilgrimage from Mexico City to Vera Cruz for Holy Week, spend a night in Cholula, the former pantheon city of old Mexico and theatre of an Aztec bloodletting.  In the leisure of the long hot night, they interchange passion and confession, revealing to themselves and to each other the suppressed truths of many years.  

     Terra Nostra is an extraordinary novel that fuses fact and fiction, past and future into one continuum.  Centering on Felipe El Señor (Philip II of Spain) chronological time and conventional history are abolished as Felipe builds El Escorial, marries England's Elizabeth Tudor and witnesses the discovery of the New World.  Entwining the miraculous and the fantastic with the grim and grotesque, Terra Nostra stands as a work of sustained allegory and imagination that encapsulates both the ‘New’ World's future and the decay of Spanish glory.  Taking place between June 1999 and December 1999, its primary concern is the past, exploring the fatal sin in Philip II's maniacal search for purity and orthodoxy.  It is "a whacking great affirmation of fiction as the only proper vehicle for poetry, speculation, prophecy, surmise, heroic optimism and most of the more worthwhile human preoccupations."  It is also an awesome and cruel look at western civilization.  

     Distant Relations is "a ghost story about the ghost of literature:" stretching imagination and intelligence, it leaves you dreaming its magic landscapes and interiors.  A dazzling display of literary pyrotechnics, it is richly imaginative and profoundly humane.  The ability of Fuentes to fascinate, battle and provoke, makes him "one of the mandarin magicians of literature."  As the afternoon draws on at a club in France, the Comte de Branly, old as the century, relates his experiences to his younger friend.  Dreams, reality and dim recollections are interwoven and suffused with haunting melodies, magic landscapes and lost childhood scenes.  It is an exquisite tale of corruption and illusion, of the relationship between the ‘Old’ World and the ‘New’. 

     The short stories in Burnt Water are set in an imaginary apartment in Mexico City, where Artemio Cruz lives in splendour in the penthouse, descending (or ascending?) with a cast of characters, to Aura the witch in the basement.  

     Presently writing Cristobal Nonato, a novel that takes place on the five hundredth anniversary of the ‘discovery’ of the ‘New’ world, it is a gloomy projection wondering what Mexico will be like as Mexicans take stock of being ‘discovered’ by Europeans five centuries ago.  The story is told by an unborn child, as the city drowns in faeces.  

     Every word of Fuentes' novels seem to resound into the past as well as the future: there is a ghost on every page, with every character.  He has a mythical vision of the Mexican culture, and the Mexico City of his dreams and nightmares.  

     Carlos Fuentes says that as writers "We have the privilege of speech in societies where it is rare to have that privilege.  We speak for others... "  But he equally warns: "Nothing kills a man as much as having to represent his country."  


[§] GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ  

     "A novelist can do anything he wants so long as he makes people believe in it," Gabriel García Márquez says, as long as there is a literary and political responsibility behind it.  

     An unaffiliated socialist, he is a firm supporter of the Sandanista government, and a close friend of Cuba.  But Márquez is also "a retailer of wonders," and the Nobel Prize awarded him in 1982 merely confirmed his reshaping of Latin American literature.  

     Born in the small declining town of Aracataca in Colombia, his childhood impressions of the heat, decadence and isolation affected his life and his writings.  "Journalism taught me ways of lending my stories authenticity," Márquez says of his other occupation, insisting "there's not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality.  The problem is that Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination."  His grandmother was the greatest influence on his long apprenticeship.  The tone for One Hundred Years Of Solitude "was based on the way my grandmother used to tell her stories."  …"She used to tell me about the most atrocious things without turning a hair, as if it was something she'd just seen.  ... it was her impassive manner and her wealth of images that made her stories so credible."  But he also says that one cannot escape from having to "face and write about the political reality of the country."  

     So that moral centres of gravity are located in most of Márquez's works; even though they are frequently praised for their fantasy and elegiac tone at the expense of their social realism, because he describes seemingly fantastic events in such minute detail that it gives them their own reality.  

     Leaf Storm, a collection of mostly fables, is "a celebration of the myth-making process."  With enormous gifts of narrative, wit and irony, with exact and subtle prose, Márquez easily leaps into the comical and exuberant.  

     Leaf Storm itself is a hypnotic, mysterious tale, a wonderful story about a week-long South American rainstorm.  And there is also a delicious fable of a tatty angel who crash-lands in a village and is kept in a hencoop. 

     In No One Writes To The Colonel Márquez evokes the different kinds of despair which bind the members of a small South American community.  There is a dreadful sense of heat and rot in all these stories, and helpless hopelessness hangs like a cloud over all of them.  Márquez conveys this without comment and with splendidly few adjectives: character and situation are revealed by dialogue and small details of action.  

     In the title story the Colonel expectantly waits for his war pension: "It was supposed to come today for sure," he laments.  The postman shrugs: "The only thing that comes for sure is death, Colonel."  

     And One Of These Days is a masterpiece of understatement in political revenge.  

     The collection is a masterly picture of despair and optimism whose vivid alternations seem to characterise so much of Latin American life.  Márquez has insights and sympathies which he can project with the intensity of a reflecting mirror in a bright sun.  The stories are rich and full of incident and the dignity of men and women who have little else left.  

     Innocent Eréndira is another collection of short stories: in a world of lonely itinerants and haunting desert landscapes, Márquez once again leaves an ineffaceable impression of magic, mystery and mastery.  

     The Incredible And Sad Tale Of Innocent Eréndira And Her Heartless Grandmother takes up a theme mentioned in passing in One Hundred Years Of Solitude - the tale of a young girl who accidentally burns down her grandmother’s house, and is forced into a life of prostitution and slavery to repay her debt.  

     One Hundred Years Of Solitude is an outlandish, exuberant chronicle of a tragicomically doomed family, that was hailed as an epic and a metaphor for the isolation and terrible realities of Latin America.  This phantasmagorical novel is a modern parable told without moralizing: its genius lies not only in making us laugh at the human predicament, but making us laugh in sympathy.  

     A band of adventurers establish a town in the heart of the South American jungle, marking the occasion of the beginning, the world, a great family, of a century of extraordinary events, and of a quite extraordinary novel.  

     From the moment Melquiades the gipsy walks into the jungle settlement of Macondo - the village-universe of the novel - nothing is ever the same again.  Melquiades, an appealing serpent, brings to this protected Eden knowledge and the tools of discovery.  With them the patriarch José Arcadia Buendía painstakingly re-invents man's seminal discoveries.  The only time Ursula, his wife, loses patience with him is when he re-discovers that the world is round like an orange.  

     But José Arcadia Buendía's primitive laboratory contains the seeds of destruction, bringing down war, pestilence and other sorrows upon his many descendents.  Only Ursula remains uncorrupted, a touchstone of reality in a world of shifting standards.  In prosperity or decay, Macondo is the centre around which giant events slowly revolve.  Founded in an age of miracle and innocence, corrupted by civil wars and banana fevers, "the extraordinary fuses, in all innocence, with the common-place:" small-town gossip, and the superstitious rites surrounding birth, puberty, marriage and death go on, while a woman sails to heaven on a laundry sheet, a priest levitates after drinking hot chocolate, and a baby is born with a pig's tail.  

     With its sweeping and chaotic brilliance, often more poetry than prose, it is one vast musical saga.  It is a classic on the grandest scale: an immensely rich piece of writing, dense as the jungle foliage, packed with learned allusions, action and humour, full of incidents to enjoy and philosophies to wonder at.  The dazzling novel is an experience of incomparable richness, and Márquez is a spellbinder.  One emerges from it as if from a dream, the mind on fire.  Márquez's appetite is as enormous as his imagination, his fatalism greater than almost any other writer.  

     The Autumn Of The Patriarch is a dreamlike portrayal of the decay and loneliness of a despot.  A fictional investigation of solitude and its relationship to power, it is an extraordinary experience: resonant, angry and spellbinding.  It confirms Márquez as a masterweaver of the real and the conjectured.  The novel, more poetry than prose, is mesmeric, ornate and horrifying, a magnificat to the harsh Latin American reality.  It is also rich, brilliant, macabre , and funny.  It makes most modern day novelists look anaemic.  

     In the presidential palace of an anonymous Latin American country lies the rotting corpse of a dictator.  For as long as his suffering people can remember, the Patriarch has held them in the grip of his limitless power and awesome cruelty.  He has been both the creator of myths and the subject of them.  Now, as the vultures and the worms feast on his remains, the process of demythologising begins, the memories of those who loved him and of those who hated him combining in a rich and complex patchwork of narrative to provide a memorable portrait of a memorably evil tyrant.  

     In Evil Hour has the air of being not just about one specific bad time but about all times when doubt, secrets, corruption, double-dealing and guilt come to a head like a boil, and burst in a shower of blood and pus.  A masterly book, it is nevertheless exceptionally fast-moving and rich in wit and humanity.  But underlying the marvelous wit, the inimitable humour and the superbly paced dialogue, there is the author's own anger, always controlled, but bitterly contemptuous of the political exigencies which make for injustice and corruption.  Yet alongside the most savage ironies, there are felicities of description which suggest great warmth and compassion.  

     The people of the nameless small town in the nameless South American republic face, as usual, a dripping, sweaty autumn.  The heat is unbearable, the rain falls in torrents, the mice are eating the church foundations, the people groan under the yoke of a faraway dictatorship.  In this miserable land nothing changes except governments - and governments change, frequently and bloodily.

     In Chronicle Of A Death Foretold Márquez mixes imagination and fact into a suspenseful novella of honour and revenge in a Colombian town.  Aware that there can be as much suspense in foreknowledge as in the unknown - one already knows the fate of the victim in the first sentence - fiction feeds on fact and fact and fate bite back.  

     A shadowy, almost anonymous narrator visits the scene of the killing many years later, and begins an investigation into the past, trying to establish what happened and why, achieving only provisional answers: but slowly, painfully, through the mists of half-accurate memories, the equivocations of the inhabitants and the contradictory recollections of the witnesses a picture emerges of warnings withheld and paths failing to cross - so leading to the avoidable, inevitable murder.

     A fable of that madness which only an obscure principle can produce, the book is a tour de force of moral and emotional complexity.  A mesmerizing and haunting work on the intractability of destiny, it is also Márquez's most understated, despairing and memorable statement on the theme of powerlessness yet.  What really fascinates us is the leisurely, almost desultory artistry with which Márquez extends an incident into an event: turning a simple tale into pure art - its hesitancy and uncertainties becoming its source of strength. 

                                                                                    §

      Fiction is the artifice of transforming old realities into new ones.  As writers and artists we have to create a new reality, not simply mirror a reality.  "I don't think literature can content itself with being either a mask or a mirror of reality.  I think literature creates reality or it is not literature at all."  

     Like Latin American writers we have a double culture, one indigenous, the other external: both Western, and that brought by the slaves and indentured labourers.  We have to learn these cultures, and like Latin Americans we also have to appropriate writers of other traditions in order to fill the void.  

     Like South Americans we live in a continent where the novel is a recent development, where many things have been left unsaid.  We have largely an oral culture to fall back on, but without that tradition there can be no creation.  When we sit down to write, we must feel the whole of our tradition in our bones; it must be a tradition that extends from Homer to Soyinka; Shakespeare to oral poetry; from Mishima to Márquez; from Khoi-Khoi paintings to Pablo Picasso; from warriors to guerillas.  

     Western culture often portrays a selective history of its past - constantly projecting a fashionable present and an unattainable future of its own creation for the rest of us.  And all of Latin America, Africa and Asia have been fooled by this illusion of progress.  Our political life is fragmented, our history filled with failure, so that all we have is our rich cultural tradition (if we will only seek it) - and the hope that lives in our hearts.  For the time is at hand when we must look at our own faces, our own past: look into our own reflections, and look at these masks we have created.  

     But unfortunately there is little for us here in Azania to go on; we have no historians; few records of traditional songs; a written literature that is nascent, going back less than a century.  And the challenges that confront us are many.  And that is the challenge I put before you today.  Myths are a tradition, myths breathe, and we have to create our own myths based entirely on the truth, for myths nourish the epics, the tragedies, and even the melodramas.  

     We have to decipher the environment, to separate the essential elements of a poetic synthesis from an environment we know all too well.  And we have to learn the craft of writing: the laborious techniques of moulding words and sentences.  "To find probabilities out of real facts is the work of the journalist and the novelist, and it is also the work of the prophet."  

     Writers are pretty powerful, because people eventually come to believe their writers more than their politicians; because the function of the true artist has always been to be the keeper of the truth.  It is a most harrowing task; with a great sense of responsibility.  

     And unfortunately "many writers who think of themselves as politically committed feel obligated to write stories not about what they want, but about what they think they should want, making for a certain type of calculated literature that doesn't have anything to do with experience or intuition."  

     And so to end, with Márquez, a statement pertinent to all the favourite arguments bandied about here: "I have a great many reservations about what came in Latin America to be called ‘committed literature,’ … the novel of social protest …  This is mainly because I think its limited view of the world and life does not help achieve anything in political terms.  Far from accelerating any process of raising consciousness, it actually slows it down.  Latin Americans expect more from a novel than an exposé of the oppression and injustice they know all too well.  Many of my militant friends who so often feel the need to dictate to writers what they should or should not write are, unconsciously perhaps, taking a reactionary stance inasmuch as they are imposing restrictions on creative freedom.  I believe a novel about love is as valid as any other.  When it comes down to it, the writer's duty - his revolutionary duty if you like - is to write well." 


© farouk asvat

composed: 1985 [Johannesburg, south africa under apartheid]

[] Acknowledgements:

The Sad Splendour Of Latin American Literature 
was initially presented at: the launch of the Writers' Forum, 29 June 1985.

The Sad Splendour Of Latin American Literature 
was serialized in the Sowetan as:
     Latin American Writers (Sowetan, Argus, p12, 10.06.1987);
     Pablo Neruda, (Sowetan, Argus, p12, 17.06.1987);
     Loss Of The Fruits Of The Struggle [Neruda] (Sowetan, Argus, p27, 24.06.1987);
     Fuentes Brings Back The Past Through Writing (Sowetan, Argus, p?, 01.07.1987);
     Márquez Is A Spellbinder, (Sowetan, Argus, p10, 15.07.1987);
     Gabriel García Márquez (cont.) (Sowetan, Argus, p12, 22.07.1987].

The Sad Splendour Of Latin American Literature 
was previously published in:
     Weapons of Words (kindle, 2016);
     Weapons of Words (amazon paperback, p28, 2016).
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