Showing posts with label Indglish literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indglish literature. Show all posts

Monday, 26 April 2021

More racist than Thou

I have frequently defended Kipling on this blog. Unlike me, he was born in India and, truth be told, a lot of productive people from the subcontinent, or those tasked with important work there- e.g. Famine Relief work- or elsewhere, find him very useful, very sane, very suggestive. The man was the 'poet of work' and India, according to us Hindus, is 'karmabhumi'. Indeed, Kipling himself endorsed the view that only by spending years doing arduous good in the Punjab could you earn the right to return to your Arcadian Manse in the Home Counties. Saki, born not in Bombay, but rural Bihar, took the opposite view. Only great Edwardian Wealth allowed you to wander far among the sort of folk with whom Kipling seemed most at home.

Consider the following. Who wrote it? Kipling? Saki? Both were dead. The year was 1941 and this is a broadcast from New College Oxford.  Sound it out for yourself-


In India you will find children, and they are as lovable as those in Wilts or Bucks. It is true that they have a code of conduct for sons, defining their duties to their parents. It is uncomfortably rigid, but you will have no difficulty in finding prodigals. Sons are supposed to sacrifice their lives in service of their fathers. But here and there you will find a young man more devoted to a game of dice than to his father. If his game is interrupted by an excited announcement of his father's impending death, and the call that he should attend to the ceremony of the last rites at once, he is supposed to reply, "No matter. Let me finish this game. Sooner or later the pyre will pass this way, and I'll surely join the procession." This, by the by, is a fair specimen of Indian humor.

Is this humor? Surely, this is an anecdote- exaggerated no doubt- whose aim is to show that gambling is addictive. It destroys a man's intelligence and his character. We can imagine this story being told about Charles James Fox or some other such Regency swell. Indeed, it is likely that aristocrats of that stamp did simply step out of Brooks or Boodles in order to join the cortege of their fathers. 

I asked who wrote the above and tried to suggest it might have been some 'old India hand'. Obviously, this is impossible. An Englishman would not speak of a pyre, as opposed to a bier, passing by. 

The answer, in case you are wondering, is G.V Desani who was born in Nairobi. He ran away from India when he was 17. He gained acclaim in England- but for an obvious reason. Being more racist than thou was a paying proposition back then. Is the reverse now really the case? Not for Indglish writers. 

Sunday, 26 July 2020

Meena Kandasamy, Tamil Tigers & Rape

Back in the late Eighties and early Nineties, I struggled to compose a 'Sillapadikaram' poem. Why did that Tamil Epic obsess me? Perhaps it was because of the collapse of the type of Communism my maternal family had supported. Re-reading my 'The Mirror's Messiah' confirms that shite 'Humanist' availability cascades had sullied the purity of my LSE Leftism. But, I was ignorant and stupid. Even my novella 'Black tiger' (from 'Tigers of Wrath') is infantile in its Tamil Romanticism.

What enabled me to get out of that cul de sac of stupidity was the cultural, spiritual, and moral help of working class Tamil Sri Lankan women refugees from whom I'd buy food or rent videos or whatever. This was nothing out of the ordinary for them. They helped everybody they dealt with and their families have come up for that reason.

I am an unknown writer- probably for good reason. The subject of this post is acclaimed as a poet and writer. But, those who acclaimed her are now known to be worthless. This alters our reception of Kandasamy's oeuvre.

Had there been no Civil War in Sri Lanka, Dr. Meena Kandasamy might have either joined politics under a Dalit party banner- e.g. that of the VCK or may have gained fame as a Professor of a possibly utile subject who wrote popular articles or was a talking head for TV discussions on Feminist issues. She was clearly of the same class and type of elegance as female C.E.Os and Hi-Tech mavens. The truth is, the TV audience would feel, she would be more comfortable on an Ivy League campus. India's tiny upper middle class could not live up to her expectations. She should be teaching at Columbia or Berkeley.

In a lengthy essay for 'The White Review' Meena, now known as a survivor of marital rape, reveals a much darker side to her story. Her parents were involved with the struggle of the Tamil Tigers. She herself had researched the use of rape against 'Tigresses'. A roman a clef published by her suggests that after she failed to profit by a liaison with an older Dalit politician, her Leftist parents supported her marriage to a Communist Professor who, she suggests, got off on beating a Feminist 'tiger'. Yet, as a matter of Party discipline, he had the right to beat the fuck out of her higher caste bougie ass. Strangely, she resented this but thought the real blame attached not to Stalinism but them evil Brahmins and their Neo-liberalism and Patriarchy and general nastiness. Still, the fact remains she got the fuck out of that marriage and now lives in the Soviet Socialist Republic of London.

She writes-

A corpse in a wake is looked upon with more respect, the Tamil Tiger told me over coffee. A corpse is superior, to them, to a raped woman like me.

That was the cost of war, that women were paying.

When I first heard that from the militant’s mouth, I wished that I was not making any documentary. I wanted my teenage memories of Tigresses to live on: untouched by the external world, where they were valorous and magnificent, went around on speedboats, or did their target practice, or crawled on their stomachs with guns on their backs. To watch them live at other people’s mercy, to know that they were being condemned by the same people whose lives they had sought to defend and protect, was shocking.


It is six years since I first met these women. Both of them have now moved to advanced capitalist countries, and I reliably learn that they have managed to get their papers. Strangely, I too have lived for the last four years in a first-world country, and feel uncomfortable about not being on home ground, where my work can have more meaning.

Meeting a female Tiger in the flesh broke my own naïve carnivalisation of war. When I encountered these women personally, the image I had constructed of female militancy shattered. Nothing had prepared me to brace the reality that these powerful women would be so vulnerable.
Sri Lanka was economically and educationally much ahead of India. It got universal suffrage with strong minority protection in 1930- 20 years before India. Sri Lankan Tamils looked different from us because of better nutrition and, perhaps, their descent from 'higher' castes- the warrior aristocracy and wealthy mercantile mariners.

Sri Lanka ought to have been a paradise but romantic linguistic Sub-Nationalism as well as a crazy type of Maoism inflicted great pain on that Edenic island for decades. There was always only one possible outcome- Sinhalese majoritarianism modified by commercial considerations. This has nothing to do with 'Buddhist fundamentalism'. Everybody likes Buddhism. Tamil Dalit politics pioneered the notion that conversion to Buddhism to improve one's lot in life.

It was always obvious that both the Sinhala Communists and the Tamil Separatists were bound to lose. Unfortunately, elite 'populist' politicians distrusted the Army- supposedly dominated by the 'Burgher' officer caste- and so the country was ill-placed to deal with insurrections in a prompt and proper manner. Back in 1971, the Indians and Pakistani Armies cooperated to put down a Marxist insurrection of singular stupidity in that island. Its leader, Rohana Wijeweera, was not hanged. Thus he led another, costlier, insurrection from 1987 to 1989. This time, the authorities had the sense to shoot him in prison.

The leader of the Tamil Tigers- the handsome and charismatic Prabhakaran who was from a Christian family and who could project a Secular, Left friendly, image- became a much more serious threat to Sri Lanka. The Indian Army intervened because Rajiv Gandhi thought 'Cantonization' would solve the underlying linguistic problem. Incidentally, the Indian Army Chief was a Tamil Iyengar Brahmin. The Lankan fiasco counts against an otherwise courageous and smart officer.

Meena Kandasamy, however, believes the Indian Army spent all their time raping Sri Lankan women and that's why the peace process failed. The Sinhalas, on the other hand, felt India was favoring the Tamils because Tamils have a lot of votes in India. The truth is Rajiv Gandhi was out of his depth. He paid a terrible price. He was assassinated by 'Tigeresses'. At that time, many Indian Tamils, including myself, tried to blame the Sinhalese. The notion was that the whole thing was a 'false flag' operation of theirs. But, later, Prabhakaran took responsibility. I suppose, he thought it was water under the bridge. The problem was that Rajiv Gandhi was a Hindi speaking North Indian Brahmin. That caste  represents a bigger vote block than the Indian Tamils. No Indian Government could get chummy with Prabhakaran. Meanwhile there were splits within the Tiger high command. Moreover, the Tigers appeared to be using money from crime and extortion in places where their people had gained refuge. I don't know if this is true. What can't be denied is that there were 'boys' who claimed to be associated with the High Command who slaughtered each other with machetes in the backstreets of Western Capitals.  The long standing Sri Lankan Tamil community in the UK lost sympathy for the Tigers. The people were good, but they were being led in the wrong direction. This was not a political struggle- it was a carnival of cruelty, it was a theater of atrocity, worse- it was adolescent stupidity. What was the outcome? The minority was crushed by the majority. Women warriors were either killed or gang raped and then released as an awful warning of the consequences of stupidity and magical thinking.

Meena's own trajectory was not edifying. She had said ' "My poetry is naked, my poetry is in tears, my poetry screams in anger, my poetry writhes in pain. My poetry smells of blood, my poetry salutes sacrifice. My poetry speaks like my people, my poetry speaks for my people."
As Professor Vagina Dentata Choothopadhyaya pointed out at the time, what Meena should have said was 'My poetry is naked and has a turd protruding from its bum.' Failure to mention the protruding turd was nothing but petit bourgeois sentimentalism and the literary equivalent of Browderism.

The other thing was Meena, a Tamil, was not writing in Tamil. How the fuck could she speak for a people who speak Tamil not English?

The answer, of course, has to do with rape. Poetry to be truly naked and to have a turd protruding from its bum must be incessantly gang-raped otherwise Patriarchy will prettify and commodify its essence. Already we see the fashion industry appropriating the protruding turd of Third World naked Feminist empowerment and activism. Only by repeated beating and gangrape in prison and 'rehabilitation' camps can we challenge Patriarchy with a poetry which is naked, has turd protruding from its bum, and which has been covered with jizz. It is that last detail which disgusts the hegemonic, neo-liberal, Patriarchy of the High Castes. One Brahmin- Rajiv Gandhi- is blown up by some nice Tigresses and look what happens! Indian Government turns a blind eye to their continual gang-rape. Why? They think that women who are being gang-raped have less leisure to go blow up Brahmin politicians in a dignified and socially inclusive manner. This is a damning indictment of Brahminism.

Meena has said- 'Poetry is not caught up within larger structures that pressure you to adopt a certain set of practices while you present your ideas in the way that academic language is". This is certainly true of the sort of poetry that is naked and which has a turd protruding from its bum. But what if the poet is not gang-raped, or- at the very least- subjected to marital rape? Is it not the case that Brahminical Patriarchy coopts every turd protruding from every naked bum which is not actually dripping with jizz?

So what if you can say, with Kandasamy- 'My Kali kills.' ? The fact is, the Brahmin's worship Kali because her job is to kill the buffalo demon.
Brahmins have no problem if a Kshatriya, gambled away into slavery, or one who takes drugs and who ends up as a stripper or lapdancer, also gets so thoroughly gang-raped as to be continually dripping with jizz.

 Bearing this in mind, Meena's Draupati and Sita are actually quite retrograde.

'My Draupadi strips. My Sita climbs on a stranger’s lap'.

Sadly Hindutva does not have any such Draupati or Sita with her own Only Fans page. Indeed, Hindutva doesn't even have a Mia Khalifa.

In her article for the White Review, this dark skinned lady reveals what actually happened to 'her' women.
'All my women militate. They brave bombs, belittle kings, take on the sun, take after me.'
But then they get gangraped and go running for refugee, if not lunatic, asylum in White countries. One can sympathize with uneducated girls who got caught up in that madness just as one can sympathize with child soldiers who escaped the Lord's Resistance Army. But what about Meena? Can we sympathize with her?

Consider the following rant published in Elle-
Where do I look for an early example of what a woman’s anger can do? Being Tamil, Kannagi comes to mind—angered that her husband had been unjustly executed by the king—she burns down Madurai.
But first the Brahmins and Shramans and holy cows are evacuated. The author was a Jain monk. Kannagi is an orthodox woman and upholds the Caste System. Indeed, she is the incarnation of a Goddess. The notion is that her chastity gives her a supernatural power similar to that gained by ritually pure Brahmins or Monks purified by askesis.
The epic Silappatikaram speaks of how she plucked and flung her left breast, cursing that the city be reduced to ashes.
Which is fine, so long as the Brahmins get out safely. In future, the King will involve them in the judicial and penal process. Thus, they will gain countervailing power against the Executive. We are halfway to 'checks and balances' and the Rule of Law.
To me, this is a woman’s rage born out of her body.
Which can only hurt working people and the Kings who protect them but which spares, or has no power over, Brahman or Shramans- i.e. Buddhist or Jain monks.
Her body becomes a bomb, rage becomes a quest for justice that smashes an oppressive, unjust structure.
It smashes nothing. Instead, it causes the increased intermediation of hieratic castes or monastic orders. The thing is a booby-trap for boobies who like chopping off one or other of their boobs thinking it a bomb. Rage is not a quest for justice. It is just being very very angry. No doubt, you could get naked and let a turd protrude from your anus. That may be considered artistic. However, if you are dripping with jizz coz of incessant gang-rape, people think a turd protruding from your bum is the least of your worries. You need help dear.
Long before we started calling it #MeToo, women under military occupation were tapping into this collective rage to organize themselves. The mothers of Manipur marched naked to protest atrocity—with the banner ‘Indian Army Rape Us’, they are the earliest Kannagis in our midst.
But those Mums were not exhibiting turds proudly protruding from their bums! Nor were they dripping with jizz. So all you have is a publicity stunt. Apparently the State paid 10 lakhs to the family of a victim of extra-judicial killing (and gang-rape) but no one was arrested.
In cultures used to collective shaming, women becoming warriors is a historical inevitability. Tamil women of Eelam subjected to rape by Indian peacekeeping forces ended up weaponising their woes,
So, kids, what have we learnt today? Indian Army will kill the men and rape the women of any part of India who start 'raging' and thinking their breasts or turds are actually bombs. This is a very good thing. If weak people try to kill strong people, they get killed or have to run away.

Boys run away when they see Indian soldiers. Insurrections collapse quickly- unless it is politically convenient for them not to collapse- because boys run away. Girls may stick around to get gang-raped but when they try gaining fame as a result of their heroic encounters with big big bags full of dicks, they get shunned. Meanwhile Sunny Leone has become a super-star. It's all so unfair you feel you just have to chop off your left tit and chuck it at somebody.
as do Adivasi women hunted down by paramilitary in India’s infamous Red Corridor.
Actually, Adivasi women have found that joining the paras and getting paid to kill Naxals is a better option. Why? They get a pension and don't end up dying young, dripping with jizz.
The Western-adjacency of our societies
which the West spends a lot of money trying to decrease coz they don't want us turning up on their doorsteps chopping off our left titties to use as bombs
means that we do not recognise history until she makes an appearance wrapped up in hallowed hashtags.
Meena truly is a poet of the people. Emaciated Dalit women in India routinely speak of 'hallowed hashtags'.
Rage is the aftermath of the unspoken knowledge that the speaking out started long ago.
But if speaking out started long ago why the fuck is the knowledge unspoken? Is it coz it has a turd protruding from its bum? Or is it coz it is dripping with jizz?

The truth is Rage is a reaction to stuff that makes you angry. It isn't the aftermath of your talking some shite.
Perhaps it existed forever, but the listening came about only when it was women like us.
Whose poetry is naked and has turd protruding from bum bum.
So consumed are middle-class women in our bourgeois exceptionalism and painstakingly borrowed individualism that when we heard these voices, we followed them as human-interest stories, never turning the mirror towards ourselves. The mirror was the terror from which we learnt to hide.
Coz middle class ladies won't acknowledge that they have been gang-raped by Indian Army? Ask yourself, why are you dripping with jizz? The answer is, when you nodded off during the H.R Manager's Power Point presentation, Indian Army invaded and raped the fuck out of you. Shit like that goes down all the time but people are too terrorized, or too stupid, to notice and speak out about this.
Rage is also what remains after failure leaves us embittered.
Unless, we have done something sensible meanwhile and our lives are improving.
It’s the knowledge that our society recognises some stories, shoves others away.
This applies to boys as well. I have sent repeated emails to leaders of the British Labour Party detailing, in graphic terms, my own rape and sexual abuse by Mrs. Thatcher anytime she shows up on my TV screen. I have been ignored. Is it coz I is bleck?
Rage is what remains as we are betrayed, as we watch older, Brahmin feminists rally around for “due process” when a Dalit woman, Raya Sarkar, compiles a list of sexual harassers in Indian academia.
Instead of appealing to the law, these women should have sliced off their left titty while howling with rage. Incidentally, Sarkar studied in America at the UC Davis Law School. Those demanding 'due process' were Leftists, not Brahmins. Nivedita Menon is 'shudra' just like Kandasamy. Sarkar, too, is not Dalit.
Rage follows the scandalous shock of realising how scantily working class women’s issues are viewed
Coz working class Indian women attend JNU or UC Davis
—how under the rubric of the “larger” class struggle, leftists would have them subsume their bodily autonomy and their sexuality, and pretend that #MeToo is not a concern within the universe of the proletariat. Marxist comrades, any working-class woman would be outraged at how you infantilise them, rob them of their individuality and do the agenda setting on their behalf.
Unlike Dr. Kandasamy whose naked poetry protrudes a turd dripping with jizz coz Indian Army keeps gang-raping it in an invisible manner.
The women are coming, marching for bread and roses, marching against the rampant sexual harassment on shop floors and factories, and inside your hallowed trade union structures too.
Is this rage, or is this woman coming? I suppose she is picturing India's working class women gang-raping the Indian army. Fair play. After what I went through with Mrs. Thatcher, I can sympathize.
I rage against the left because I’m a Marxist, because I feel betrayed. The ferocious flash strike by female garment workers in Bengaluru single-handedly safeguarded the right to access employee provident funds.
There was nothing 'ferocious' about that strike. No H.R manager had his legs broken so he could not escape being burnt to death when his office was set on fire. Women worked with existing unions and gained their rights in a perfectly legal and sensible manner. This benefits industry. It can move up the value chain more securely.
Protests by female retail workers in Kerala led to changes in the law that put an end to the practice of women workers not being allowed to sit while they worked.
Some Union organizers are making headway even with rural origin women because they are going about things in a sensible manner. Others are not. But, rural women themselves are proving themselves smart and sensible.
The strikes by Pembilai Orumai—the all-woman union of tea plantation workers in Munnar— happened in a landscape where trade unions were an exclusively male bastion.
Here, politicized Unions were also more or less criminalized. Women organized themselves and were successful because they disintermediated the traditional Labor Movement.
I’m enraged because though the biggest workplace movements in my country in recent times have been led by women, the left still hasn’t got the guts to give a feminist face to the class struggle.
Much of the Indian Left is shite. Where it is meritocratic, then you have a Health Minister like Smt. Shailaja who wins international fame for her handling of COVID. But Shailaja was a High School Science teacher. She rose because of her work-product. 'To each according to his contribution' is what Marx actually said. Meanwhile in T.N, the Left is gerontocratic or histrionic. But what else could it be? The working class wants to rise up materially. The Left is an obstacle on their path. So is Dr. Kandasamy's stupid shite.

Ten years ago, we thought she could enter politics. Sooner or later there would be a caste based realignment within the Dravidian parties. Thol. Thirumavalavan was clearly going places. Meena could have been the spokesperson for the Southern segment of a Pan Indian Dalit caucus. Who cared if she wrote shite poetry? Lots of politicians do. Anyway, she was writing in English so, basically, we are speaking of a Kamala Das level retard. Nothing to get your knickers in a twist about. She could make plenty of money from political brokerage and end up with a venerable sinecure in Lutyen's Delhi as well as Visiting Professorships to Yurop Amrika.

Why didn't this happen? Perhaps the answer has to do with her research for a gang-rape documentary about Tigresses. The thing is dispiriting. One may pretend that it is 'empowering' to go around challenging Armies to gang-rape you but actually being raped, or beaten, or shot, or thrown in jail, or having to run far far away, is demoralizing. There is no romance or glamor to the thing. You look stupid if you say 'Boo to Patriarchal misogyny' in between gang-rape sessions which leave you dripping with jizz.
Continuing to sneer at #MeToo as a middle-class woman’s protest, and simultaneously ignoring working class women’s leadership at the workplace—there is a great urgency to call out the misogyny of the left and to call on it to change radically.
Since Meena is saying this in the context of the utter collapse of the Left, what great urgency could their actually be? Must gerontocrats make haste to just die already? But who will take their place? The fact is the older generation put in twenty of thirty years worth of work coaching Convent Educated kids to get into the IAS or get a chance to move abroad. Like Mother Theresa, they first served the middle class, before pretending to set up an alternative to its values. Meena's generation wanted immediate celebrity on the basis of 'rage'. They are like Rahul who wants a Mahatma Gandhi like salience on the basis of his 'vision'. But Meena mistakes a self-serving literary habit of savage indignation for an actual emotion. Rahul mistakes dimly glimpsing his own inward greatness for a plan for the country. Both looked promising a decade ago. But they preferred to live in a fantasy world where their rage or their vision had some magical transformational property which thus gave them political salience.

Meena, sensibly, appears to be resiling from this view. The times have moved on. Inviting Gang-rape is now seen, not as empowering women, but as a fucking nuisance which should be curbed in everybody's interests.

Hopefully, Meena will no longer write shite like this-
I rage as I write this, but it is not my condition alone, this seething awareness that the time we collectively spend in calling out the misogynists in our midst—is time that I, we, must be investing in creative practice.
Meena confuses creativity with cretinism. The truth is, she wasn't really raging at all. That's why she didn't chop off her left titty and hurl it at all them nasty misogynists.
Every cis and transwoman and marginalized artist will agree that time spent in this crusade is time spent away from the making of art.
Meena thinks all women want to 'make art'. Marginalized artists may wish to do so but may fail to make a livelihood thereby. But it is doubtful all women want to waste their time in this fashion.
Knowing that to keep silent is to dig our own graves,
while being gang-raped by Indian Army
and to speak out is to pay the price of ostracisation
coz people give us a wide berth if we ring up and say 'Guess what! Got gang raped by the Army again. Could I come over to take a shower? I am literally dripping with cum'.
—we need to channel our inward anger towards smashing the patriarchy and dismantling these structures of gatekeeping that demand our very flesh.
which is tough coz Indian Army just keeps giving us bigger and bigger bags of dicks to suck
Art will appear to suffer and be sacrificed, but ultimately, it is art that will emerge from our struggle.
But that Art will still be shitty coz you are a shitty artist
And blood-ridden like afterbirth, it will herald a new life.
Afterbirth does not 'herald' a new life. This is because what happens first is that baby- which is a new life- is delivered and then the afterbirth appears. Amniotic waters breaking, herald a new life. After-birth does not.

Meena's major cognitive malfunction lay in not understanding that the arrow of Causality moves from past to future. She thought people who dared the Army to gang-rape them were victorious because in their past they had not been raped. Then she discovered those women were losers. They got gang-raped. It didn't feel good. They had to run far away. People were not sympathetic to them. Having been an abject loser is a good predictor for remaining an abject loser. The safer course is to pretend you were a winner. You may have killed some soldiers. You did not end up repeatedly dripping from their jizz.

Meena seems to have been late coming to this realization. Perhaps she now regrets not sticking to Tamil, Dalit, politics. She writes of one of the subjects of her documentary-
Because she is a woman who has suffered sexual violence, she is seen as someone with compromised morals (being with more than one man is a judgment that condemns a woman to shame in the Tamil moral universe) and any man lending her a helping hand is construed as receiving sexual favours. Such gossip destroyed S.


Raped women who are not broken down by the experience are seen as continuing to exercise their sexual autonomy: they are condemned by a spectre of fear that they will wreck families.

Women raped as a weapon of war are potent tools for political mobilisation and grandstanding oratory, but in everyday life, they are viewed with derision, suspicion, shame.

Can good come out of bad? Perhaps. After the 'Rape of Berlin', German women decided they wanted no more Fuhrers or expanded 'Lebensraums'. After getting abortions, they began to thrive- even in Merkel's East, though after the fall of the Berlin Wall, the smart ones moved West so as not to have to marry Neo-Nazi shitheads and battle the expanding Wolf population.

Feminism- the scientific study of how technology and mechanism design, by making female lives better, make all lives better- will always be of the highest importance. Poets too may retain a place as 'unacknowledged legislators' for speakers of their language. It is certainly possible to write good Feminist Poetry. Meena Kandasamy failed to do so. But she is young and can easily change direction. Why not start with painstaking translations without any political masala? 'Me Too' is all very well, but only if you first rid yourself of an infantile 'Look at Me!' complex.

Meena may end up writing worthwhile things. Rahul may say something sensible one of these days. But in neither case should either Tamil Tigers or Rape feature. Both their lives have been maimed in one way or another by ignorant Indian fishing in troubled water. It is time for these two children of their times to grow up. Failing that they should run around naked with a turd protruding from their bums because, today more than ever, it is urgent we confront the Patriarchal Misogyny of the Gramscian Nomenklatura of the Osmosis of Neo-Liberal Chrematistics within a wider context of some shite or the other. But it is important that neither be covered with jizz. Give gang-rape a miss. The thing is a misfortune, not a magical trigger for any good outcome.

Friday, 10 July 2020

Amit Chaudhri's addled account of Arnold & the Gita

Prof. Amit Chaudhri writes in the TLS
To include the Upanishads and the Bhagavad Gita in a series called “Footnotes to Plato” may seem odd for many reasons – some obvious, some less so.
Why is it 'odd'? Indian thought was known to the Greeks. Pyrrho went to the Punjab. Socrates is supposed to have met a 'gymnosophist'. It makes sense to include Indian thought in a book series about Philosophy- which Whitehead described as 'footnotes to Plato'. Some suggest Whitehead influenced Radhakrishnan. But Whitehead is unreadable.
But to address the oddity is invigorating, and offers a way of considering the necessity of placing these works in the wider discussion, as well as the historical and conceptual impediments to doing so.
There is no oddity. Moreover, 'wider discussion' tends to be utterly cretinous.
Among the impediments is a logistical one which reveals how, in the West, value and significance are attributed according to certain classificatory norms and not others. I don’t mean the “canon”; I’m referring to a more basic category: authorship.
Indians think the Gita and Upanishads have authors whose names are mentioned in the texts. Many Indian claim descent from one or other of such authors. The reason both 'authors' and 'texts' are so important to Brahminical Hinduism is because this has a direct bearing on deciding law-suits re. inheritance and property conveyancing etc. This is why the Brits invested so much time and money on studying Dharmasutras. There were British barristers who did an M.A in Sanskrit so as to ply this lucrative trade. Aurobindo and Chesterton's headmaster at St.Paul, apart from being a fine Classicist, had Masters degrees in both Sanskrit and Law. Thus, because he had high 'transfer earnings' he was well paid and allowed to run things as he thought best.
“Footnotes to Plato” (like Western philosophy), is, generally, as much about the philosophers as it is about the philosophy. In fact, the field of knowledge called “the history of Western philosophy” could just as easily be called “the history of Western philosophers”, inasmuch as Western philosophers are the sum total of their lives and works, and we often defer to both biography and thought when we interact with the philosophy.
This is also true of Indian philosophy. Sankara's philosophy is different from Ramanuja's philosophy. We are welcome to interpret this in the light of the different socio-economic histories of Kerala and Tamil Nadu respectively.
Each body of work has a personality, but so does its author; in almost every case, we can, literally, put a “face” to the work, whether that’s a photograph of Bertrand Russell or a fourth-century BC bust of Plato.
We can put a face to Radhakrishnan or Matilal. The Greeks, it must be admitted, were superb sculptors. But we can't be sure traditional representations are accurate.
What do we do with a philosophy when there’s no philosopher in sight? The absence constitutes a problem in giving, and claiming, value.
But this difficulty does not arise in India. We know exactly who was the author of each school. They put their names into their texts.
Meaning and significance in Western culture are not just features of the work, but pertain to, and arise from, the owner of the work – the author is the work’s first owner; the author’s nation or culture (“Greece” or “Germany”, say; or “the West”) its overarching one. The Upanishads and the Gita, on the other hand, come to us as the New Critics said poems should: without the baggage of biography.
But this is not true of Indians who are familiar with their own heritage. They will tell you lots of anecdotes about the lives of the philosopher-Sages who founded our various sects.
To read them is to confront language, form and text alone, without the distraction or temptation of dwelling on the author’s milieu and life.
This may be true of non-Indians or deracinated Indians. But it does not apply to most people with names like Amit or Sumit. On the other hand, all Iyers are as stupid as shit- which is why we deserve Educationally Backward Caste Status.
One might recall that the New Critical turn against biography is related to a privileging, in the twentieth century, of the impersonality, rather than the emotional sincerity or conscious intention, of the creative act.
New Criticism was useful to pedagogy because 'close reading' could elicit information about a student's intelligence. Also, few people still learned poetry by heart. They would not instinctively know whether they were reading Dryden rather than Defoe.
This development is not unrelated, I think, to the impact that certain Indian texts had on modernity after they were translated into European languages and put into circulation from the late eighteenth century onwards.
In which case the thing should have appeared where circulation was greatest. How come the German Romantics intense engagement with Indian texts- Schlegel set up a Sanskrit printing press and became the first of a large number of Indological professors at German Universities- did not emphasize 'impersonality'? Lachmann went to get lengths to establish the historicity of the author of the Parsifal legend. The German cult of Shakespeare was intensely psychologistic. That's why Cantor or Carl Schmitt, when in the doghouse, would identify with the Bard Avon and write of him as either an impostor or a persecuted wretch.
(This is something I’ll return to later.) The Upanishads and the Gita claim to be neither the work of an author nor the word of God (as many religious texts do).
No. They claim to be a record by a named individual of what some Holy dude said to some other slightly less Holy dude or dudess.
They record a variety of thought-processes and arguments. They’re among the first poetic-critical works to make the biographical reading redundant.
Nonsense! There is great poignancy in knowing Vyasa, father of Shuka, progenitor of the Kauravas, is recording the Gita. The Upanishads are family texts for those descended from Vedic Rishis. We know the biographies of those concerned and this adds pathos to mathos.
They don’t contain “an author’s thought”: their subject is thought itself.
But no literary work, save one composed by chaos, does not contain the author's thoughts even if their subject is nought itself.
“Who impels us to utter these words? Who is the Spirit behind the eye and the ear?” are among the first lines of the Kena Upanishad.
True enough. But plenty of mimamsaka lineages descend from the author. It is a family text linked with the udgatrs. It relates directly to what my paternal ancestors did for a living.  The subject is not 'thought itself'. It is a particular kind of thought associated with proper performance of soteriological rituals. Suppose an udgatr came across a shopkeeper scratching his head to find a way to boost profits. Should he just price gouge? The udgatr, if he were a sensible man, might say 'you are thinking too small. You must expand to gain scale and scope economies. Otherwise, you will price yourself out of the market.' Only in a soteriological context would the udgatr quote the Kena Upanishad so as to prevent a client from surrendering to gross superstition or magical thinking.
Of course, neither the Upanishads nor the Gita could be a footnote to Plato in a literal sense,
They could be contained within a footnote to Plato. Indeed, some savants thought Parmenides had been influenced by the Indians. Information of that sort could certainly find a way into a footnote. Moreover, since there is much doubt as to the dating of Indic texts- which are likely to have existed in an oral form long before they were first written down- causal arguments from a purported Indic ur-text might, and have indeed actually,  been made.
because the earliest of the first, composed around the sixth century BC, precede him by about two centuries; the second, from the second to the third century BC, is near-contemporaneous with the Greek.
So, the Upanishads could in Amit's literal sense have been a footnote to Plato.  As for the Gita, we know the Greeks associated Dionysius with India. It is certainly possible that the Orphic Mysteries drew upon Indic sources at one remove.
The Upanishads are part of the Vedas, an agglomeration of beliefs, rituals, practices and texts in which the origins of Hinduism are said to lie.
This is not true. The Vedas are considered Revealed 'Shruti'. The Brahmanas, Aranyaka/Upanishadas are its priest-craft's needful ancillary texts.
How homogeneous a belief-system the Vedas comprise is anyone’s guess, since some of the most powerful passages of the Upanishads are oppositional and argumentative, and have to do, implicitly or explicitly, with testing the parameters of intellectual convention.
This is not 'anyone's guess'. It is something Brahmins know about because they have been thinking about it for thousands of years. Amit- presumably a Kayastha by birth- is simply ignorant. What he will say next is anyone's guess. But, whatever it is, we know it will be stupid.
The Vedas may be a convenient umbrella term,
But aren't in fact any such thing for tens of millions of Brahmans and hundreds of millions of practicing Hindus.
but, if the Upanishads are an important part of the Vedic corpus, they’re certainly not a placid expression of an established Vedic world view.
They are a pure and beautiful expression of a sublime world-view which Hindus affirm was indeed that of the Vedic Seers.
They themselves, through the nuanced rethinking of both the assumptions of early Hinduism and of the habits of thought itself, are trying to establish something. Their language is critical rather than sacerdotal.
The Upanishads do criticise a materialistic interpretation of the Vedas. But their language is sacerdotal and soteriological. They establish Vedanta which is the mainstream orthodoxy for most Hindus. Moreover, from the earliest times, Hindu mimamsakas have distinguished vidhi (substantive injunction) from Arthavada (encomium and embellishment) in Scripture.

By contrast, the polemics of Shraman 'gymnosophists' was highly critical and 'interrogative'. It was these naked ascetics who influenced Pyrhho.
They’re more interested – and this is true of the Gita too – in interrogating consciousness rather than admonishing the non-believer.
They admonish materialistic interpretations. They don't 'interrogate consciousness' as the Yoga-Samkhya or Jaina or Buddhist philosophy does. Rather they establish Vedanta as the pure and original 'Mimamsa' or hermeneutic for Vedic Scripture. The Gita, reflects the acceptance of Yoga-Samkhya as an orthodox Hindu 'darshana'.
Among the subjects they call into dispute is the matter of how we think about the Creator, or whether it’s at all possible to “think” about Him or Her.
There is no dispute in Vedanta as to how Brahma should be thought of. Rather, a method of sublation is prescribed so as to go from a partial, materialistic, conception, to one that is pure, holistic, and entirety spiritual.
According to a dominant version of the Judeo-Christian model, so influential to how we conceive of authorship (given the “author’”is a creator), God makes the world, is fundamentally exterior to it, owns, oversees and governs it, and, when appropriate, comes to its aid.
Such a view is perfectly compatible with Hinduism. All that Vedanta claims is that this view can, or must, if the aim is release from re-birth, be sublated. At the very least, it should not give rise to sectarian strife of a bigoted kind- unless the thing is funny.
At the outset, the Kena Upanishad, which has to do with whys and wherefores, dismantles the causality of creator and creation, not through assertion, but a series of negations and inversions:
In that case Amir was lying when he said these texts 'interrogate consciousness'. Rather, they are declarative and imperative simply.
What cannot be thought with the mind, but that whereby the mind can think: know that alone to be Brahman; and not what people here adore.
So quit bargaining with God, or engaging in magical rituals to harm your enemies.
What cannot be seen with the eye, but that whereby the eye can see: know that alone to be Brahman; and not what people here adore.
So stop trying to catch the eye of the Lord by showy rituals. Don't 'adore' wealth and fame. It is not for bestowing such tinsel that the Lord is adored by the wise.
… I do not imagine “I know him well”, and yet I cannot say “I know him not”.
This is true of all one loves or finds surpassingly beautiful. I know my Mum very well. But each time I think of her I find something richer and stranger in her beauty that I wake anew to wonderment.
He comes to the thought of those who know him beyond thought, not to those who imagine he can be attained by thought. He is unknown to the learned and known to the simple.
Indeed. A learned man may be able to point out my Mum's various excellences better than I could dream of doing. But I knew her best when I was but a babe. The weight of years and such vanity as I mistook for wisdom have diminished my ability to reach towards her in thought. Yet, when as helpless as a babe and most desperately in need of her, she is simply there.

There are also the paradoxes in the Isa Upanishad to take into account, which overturn the idea of a creator looking upon their creation from above: “The Spirit, without moving, is swifter than the mind … He moves, and he moves not. He is far, and he is near. He is within all, and he is outside all”.
The work of the adhvaryu is different from that of the udgatr. They are concerned with different ineluctable modalities. Yet the genius of Vedanta is to present a synoptic view.
These are not assertions; they’re subversions.
Nonsense! They are hermeneutic assertions. Only if you believe that Holy Writ is a manual for conjuring up demons to kill your enemies would you deny these assertions.
Idols are not being ejected from a sacred space, as they were by Moses; structures of thought are being challenged.
Idols are irrelevant. We are speaking of a Soteriological tradition without idols though most Hindus see nothing wrong with 'murti puja'.
What’s being subverted is the way both a laity and a clerical establishment think: “not what people here adore” refers to the first, while the priestly hierarchy is dismissed in these phrases – “those who imagine he can be attained by thought … He is unknown to the learned and known to the simple”.
Amit is being silly. The Upanishads were the ancestral teachings of hereditary ritual specialists though no doubt their patrons were welcome to acquire, or even contribute, to this knowledge. Indeed, 'lay figures' might possess a superior 'madhu vidya' and impart it to hereditary priests as happens in the Chandogya.

The Upanishads, then, can hardly be called originary.
They describe themselves as reflecting on that portion of Scripture which it was the duty of a particular hereditary class to memorize and transmit.
They sound more like the latest in a series of disagreements; a great deal has preceded them, and reached a state of ossification before their arrival.
Not to Hindus. This may have been the view of German philologists who never set foot in India.
Among what they challenge is a particular sense of causality regarding the relationship between creation and creator, which seems to have been extant when they were composed.
Causality is not challenged. Chorismos- an ontological gap between Creator and Creation- is challenged. Obviously, a Being powerful enough to cause Existence to arise out of Nothingness is not like a carpenter or a mason who exists separately from the chair he made or the wall he built.
Many traditions believe in a first cause, after which the universe comes into existence and before which there was nothing.
This is equally true of Hindu traditions.
The Upanishad’s conception of consciousness – “He moves, and he moves not”; “He is far, and he is near” – complicates the point of origin.
Indic Religions affirm cycles of creation. But this scarcely matters to Soteriology.
Again, unlike Descartes’s belief that thought is both a product and a proof of existence, the Upanishad’s “What cannot be thought with the mind, but that whereby the mind can think” introduces an absence at the heart of thought.
No it doesn't. That which enables the mind to think is present, not absent, at the heart of thought. Buddhism has a different theory- kshanikavada or momentariness. There is only the bare and empty present illuminated by the lightning flash of 'cetana' intentionality.
If thought can’t conceive whatever it is that produces it, then thought can’t be wholly present –
Nonsense! I can't conceive my parents in the way they conceived me. This does not mean I don't fully exist or can't have kids of my own. But God isn't a father in the only way I can be a father because God is infinitely greater.
a formulation that’s antithetical to the Cartesian proclamation.
Rubbish! Occasionalism is one way to reconcile Descartes and Vedanta.
And since causality constantly reasserts itself as a default mode of thinking throughout history, the Upanishads remain, essentially, oppositional.
Not if we embrace Occasionalism as the Gita does. Even otherwise there are many workarounds. Like the Jains one could have a 'parinami dhravya' or dynamic notion of substance. Indeed, Umaswati, Nagarjuna & Sankara unite all three Indic religions on the basis of 'observational equivalence'. The Matam (doctrine) is different but the Vigyan (Science or Praxis) is the same.

Amit is ignorant of all this. He has read some Western books and because he is of Indian origin he thinks he can write any old shite and no one will call him on it coz Black Lives Matter innit?
They can’t occupy the space of established thought, being opposed to that space.
Yet that is precisely what happened.
Nor can one reduce either the Upanishads or the Gita in sociological terms to being “Brahminical”
because Brahminism was a service industry reflecting the views of those who 'paid the piper'. Thus Philosopher Kings play a big role in some Upanishads and, of course, in the Gita.
without losing sight of the fact that their language is critical-poetic –
No, their language is entirely soteriological. Manuals on Aesthetics are 'critical-poetic'.
that is, they raise a critique through paradox and metaphor
but if the purpose is soteriological then no 'critical-poetic' work is being done save by tendentious imputation
– rather than dogmatic or hieratic.
The truth is Brahmins conserved this heritage- which they were welcome to view as dogmatic and hieratic- and, till relatively recently, generally made their living by so doing.  Even if more remunerative employment was available they kept up this study for spiritual reasons or, perhaps, 'just in case' the worst should befall and they found themselves penniless refugees.
This extraordinary choice of expressive language constitutes a strategy.
No. A strategy may regulate choice of language. It is not constituted by it.
Poetry is the only tenable form of thought for these two texts,
Nonsense! The Upanishads contain prose passages. Both poetry and prose do the same thing. That is why we understand Amit's prose version of what Lord Krishna said-
for, as Krishna says to Arjuna in the Gita, “Neither Vedas, nor sacrifices, nor studies, nor benefactions, nor rituals, nor fearful austerities can give the vision of my Form Supreme”.
Because, this can be gained only by either 'chakshuchi vidya'- which was gifted to Arjuna but which he didn't want to accept- or else by Lord Krishna's own gift of divine eyes, which Arjuna does accept but only for this specific purpose.
If the list I’ve quoted covers the recognized intellectual and practical activities of the Brahmin,
It doesn't. A Brahmin, like a person of any other profession or no profession at all, is welcome to humbly adore Yogishvara- the Lord of Yoga- Krishna himself. This 'bhakti marga' is why Brahmins are reconciled to their humble lot in life.
we might say that the Upanishads and Gita are alt-Brahminical: they were written by anomalous Brahmins.
This is not the view of the Brahmins themselves. No doubt, a Kayastha with a hereditary hatred of Brahmins may say 'so and so did good work. True, he belonged to that evil caste. But, he was an anomaly.'
The role these texts play (along with Buddhism) as the chief underground, often unacknowledged,
why 'unacknowledged'? It was prestigious to claim an acquaintance with Sanskrit works. Many who did so were bluffing- or, like Voltaire, had been taken in by a forgery.
resources of modernity and modernism begins with their advent onto the world stage through Latin, English and German translations.
Because Indians are incapable of modernity. It had to be imported from the West. Why stop there? Why not say 'Indians were hanging by their tails from trees eating bananas. Then Whitey came and showed them how to behave like human beings?'
Abraham Hyacinthe Anquetil-Duperron retranslated fifty-two Upanishads from Persian translations and commentaries into Latin in 1796, and published them in 1801–2.
But Voltaire had been fooled by the 'Ezourvedam' in 1760. Information about Buddhist and Hindu texts had begun to circulate in Europe by the first half of the Seventeenth Century.
These became key texts for Arthur Schopenhauer (“It has been the solace of my life, and will be the solace of my death”), among others, and later for T. S. Eliot.
Eliot learned Sanskrit at Harvard from Paul Elmer More.
Charles Wilkins (1749–1836), an Orientalist scholar and typographer, began to learn Sanskrit in Banaras in the 1780s from Kalinath, a Brahmin pandit, and to translate the epic, the Mahabharata, into English. The project remained unfinished but a chapter, the Bhagavad Gita, was published in London in 1785 as the Bhagvat-geeta, or Dialogues of Kreeshna and Arjoon. The Gita then appeared in French in 1787.
So what? There had already been a craze for China. India had been familiar for two hundred years. The first English author to live and write in India did so at the end of the Sixteenth Century. But Indian Religion did not look very much unlike European Religion. When the Portuguese first arrived in South India they worshipped in Hindu temples believing them to be Christian Churches. Unlike China, where you had a great Empire and a widespread Civic Religion based on filial piety, India held no great mysteries. However, as 'Deism' and well-bred disdain for the Church took hold, a fear of Revolutionary anarchy grew with it. This led to a reaction against the mid Eighteenth Century Philosophical preoccupation with 'Natural', rather than 'Revealed' Religion. In 1740, Hume wrote 'Even Mathematics, Natural Philosophy, and Natural Religion, are in some measure dependent on the science of Man; since they lie under the cognizance of men, and are judged of by their powers and faculties. ’Tis impossible to tell what changes and improvements we might make in these sciences were we thoroughly acquainted with the extent and force of human understanding, and cou’d explain the nature of the ideas we employ, and of the operations we perform in our reasonings. And these improvements are the more to be hoped for in natural religion, as it is not content with instructing us in the nature of superior powers, but carries its views farther, to their disposition towards us, and our duties towards them; and consequently we ourselves are not only the beings, that reason, but also one of the objects, concerning which we reason.'

In a sense, Hume was right. But it took two hundred years before people like Godel, Tarski & Von Neumann, Nash etc created the mathematical and logical tools necessary for the task. Since the Nalophkyanam along with the Vyadha Gita is dual to the Bhagvad Gita and since it says that the Just King must learn Statistical Game theory, it follows that there could be no 'Modern' reading of the Gita till quite recently. Thus the European reception of the Gita could only be Theistic, which was reasonable, Deontological, which was silly, or some stupid Racist shite which, alas, was inevitable.
The impact of the Upanishads and Gita proved particularly powerful in the domains of the aesthetic and the literary, and in the formation of a particular experience of secular modernity.
The Jesuit discovery of Chinese literature had more impact at an earlier date. The Chinese epitomized rationality and civic virtue. Yet they were not Christian. This fed the cult of 'Natural Religion' and Enlightened Deism. But, if the masses no longer feared Hell fire, what was to stop them cutting off the heads of the Aristos and grabbing their land? What of the new bildungsburgertum? Whither lay their duty? Must they be cogs in the machine of Absolutism or could they do something to change its nature? Europe had its own Pietist- Pietas is the Latin translation of Eusebia which is how the Greeks translated 'Dharma'- and Mystic traditions. The Upanishads were easily assimilated to this. The Gita however dramatized the dilemma of the bildungsburgertum caught between two worlds, as Arnold says, one dead and one powerless to be born.

This at any rate is the conventional, the sensible, view. Amit is not sensible. He writes-
To the literary imagination, it provided new ways of thinking about the author’s relationship to their work, giving the latter a mysterious independence that’s not reducible to authorial intention or biography.
But this was the pre-modern attitude to Literature. It was anonymous. Who was Qoheleth? Who cares? Consider the success achieved by Ossian. Indeed, had India not existed in a manner which outmatched the imagination of a Tom Moore or a Southey, it would simply have been invented. The literary imagination, it seems, is ahead of what it feeds on. The market is demand driven.
Engaged in a new project that would turn out to be Madame Bovary, Flaubert wrote to his friend and lover Louise Colet in 1852: “I don’t believe you have any idea what kind of book this one is … No lyricism, no reflections, the personality of the author absent”. He adds: “the author in his work must be like God in the universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere”.
Who wrote the Chanson Roland? Who greatly cared till the modern age? Flaubert, 'the ageing hysteric', felt he had to curb his lyricism so as to render versimilitude passional and engrossing.
Where does this model of the creator come from – one who’s not an overseer or governor, but both in the work and out of it?
We know because Flaubert told us.
Partly Flaubert owes the conceit to Baruch Spinoza, whom he adored. But he was also immersed in Buddhist texts, and it’s inconceivable he wouldn’t have known the Upanishads, where the conceit has its earliest and most succinct expression: “He is far, and he is near. He is within all, and he is outside all”.
But, Flaubert as a Frenchman would have already encountered in Pascal that intelligible and infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.
In Calcutta, the creation in the early nineteenth century by Hindus of a reformist-intellectual sect called the Brahmo Samaj also depended on the Upanishads as it distanced itself from traditional Hinduism, turning, instead, to a niraakar creator – a creator, that is, without form or outline (aakar), Flaubertian in character: present everywhere and visible nowhere.
The Brahmos were Unitarian and had adopted Islamic iconoclasm as did the Arya Samaj and numerous other sects. As compradors, they enriched themselves unconscionably, clamored for unrestricted British migration to India, and spat bile at their orthodox detractors.
The Brahmo Samaj is often seen to embody a move away from polytheistic Hinduism to the monotheistic world view contained in the Upanishads;
It was viewed by Evangelists as the first step to conversion.
Charles Wilkins, in his Preface to his translation, had made a similar observation about the Gita, in which he found an echo of Unitarianism. But this account of the turn is slightly facile, I think, and the comparison to monotheism doesn’t really hold. There’s no “god” in the Upanishads in any conventional sense.
Yes, there is- in the conventional Hindu sense. Isha means Lord. Ishvar, from the same root, is the God of the Brahmos and Arya Samajis and so forth. Yogishvara- the Lord of Yoga- is Lord Krishna and the Gita is a devotional text dedicated to him. Ishvar has long been accepted as the Hindu equivalent of 'Allah' as in 'Ishvar Allah tere naam'- which Gandhi's Ashramites added to Raghupati Raja.
There’s certainly no single controlling power in it commensurate with God in the Old and New Testaments, or with Allah in the Qur’an.
There certainly is. Brahma, Ishvar, Vishnu- all mean exactly the same thing as God.
It is, in fact, an interrogation of consciousness.
No. There is an assertion, itself based on the concerned Veda preserved by a hereditary sept of ritual specialists, which is considered by Vedanta to be the authoritative hermeneutic for it.
The turn to the Upanishadic comprises not a turn to the monotheistic but to the non-representational,
But this turn to 'the non-representational' is to be found in the Eleatics! Why go to the Ganges when the Greeks are close at hand?
and it’s the non-representational that had an immense impact on Schopenhauer and later Friedrich Nietzsche,
There is an iconoclastic element in Protestantism. Pietism of the Schliermacher type considers representations, e.g. that of the Holy Trinity, as having no real place in consciousness. The Romantic Sublime can be detached from uncomfortable journeys into the wastes and the wilds so as to be enjoyed, non-representationally, in postprandial armchair reveries.
though they, as well as G. W. F. Hegel, confused it with nihilism in a way that Flaubert obviously didn’t.
But Schopenhauer and Nietzsche and so forth didn't know Sanskrit. Karl Krause did. His theology is 'Reconciliationist'- i.e. man eventually merges with God.
The artistic response to the Upanishads is a deeper and truer one in the end than the response of the philosophers.
You can't respond to things you don't know. Flaubert did not know the Upanishads. T.S Eliot did. He had studied Sanskrit. Eliot was a Theist. His 'response' is deeper and truer than any shite Amit writes.
The non-representational, as a secular aesthetic category, became hugely significant to Rabindranath Tagore: as something that’s neither God nor deity, but is sacred.
God is deity and all that pertains to His Worship is sacred.
The sense of a sacredness that doesn’t have an obvious connection with a recognizable deity was a profound resource for the experience of secular modernity, both in India and outside it.
But, for Hindus, there is an obvious connection- because of Hindu scripture- between any sense of sacrality and God.
From the Gita comes the definition of a peculiar kind of action – at once invested, passionate and detached – that would contribute deeply, I think, to the critical-aesthetic notions of “disinterestedness” and “impersonality”.
Matthew Arnold was genuinely affected by the Gita. But what he took from it was the imperative to be true to one's own nature while acting in concord with other men in the pursuit of perfection. His work, as he conceived it, was never 'disinterested' as opposed to truth seeking. It was never 'impersonal' precisely because it was individual and independent. His critical-aesthetic notions were melioristic and rejected Macaulayan triumphalist historicism.
The Gita is an interruption in the narrative of the Mahabharata.
No. It is the dual of the Vyadha Gita. Both Gitas are intended to dispel 'vishaada'- akrasia or abulia.
The brothers Pandava, after returning from the thirteen-year exile into which they’d been sent duplicitously by their cousins, the Kauravas, find they won’t be allowed to reclaim their kingdom. The two clans go to war, but, on the eve of battle, Arjun studies the opposite camp in a state of despair, and asks his charioteer Krishna how he can possibly slay cousins and uncles he’s known since childhood.
The obvious answer would have been- he can't, since Drona and Bhishma have the boon of dying only at their own wish. Arjuna should worry about getting killed, not killing. But Arjuna has an 'asvamika', unvested, boon of clairvoyance. Krishna Devakiputra too gained a similar boon in the Changogya. Thus the Gita is a symmetric game of a particularly piquant kind.
Krishna says many things in this conversation, including odd, counter-intuitive pieces of advice: “Set thy heart upon thy work, but never on its reward. Work not for a reward; but never cease to do thy work.
This is not counter-intuitive. If you set your heart on the reward but despise the work, you won't do it but may try to steal or cheat your way to what you desire. Then you end up in jail feeling sorry for yourself.
'Do thy work in the peace of Yoga and, free from selfish desires, be not moved in success or in failure. Yoga is evenness of mind – a peace that is ever the same”.
If your mind is distracted by greed for reward or fear of punishment, you will scamp your work. Moreover you may experience abulia or akrasia. This is common sense. Mums and teachers have been saying stuff like this to kids from the beginning of time.
To what kind of work might success or failure be redundant?
Every kind of work must hold success or failure to be redundant for the duration of the work. You cook food so as to eat it. But eating it is a redundant activity while it is cooking. True, there are one or two ingredients you can pop into your mouth while raw. You may also sample the dish from time to time. But, generally speaking, this is unnecessary from the nutritional point of view. Your should wait till after the dish has been fully cooked. It is only then that your success or failure as a cook can be determined. If the food taste good and you don't keel over vomiting, you may say you have succeeded.
By the time the Gita’s Krishna was first heard in Europe, all judgements were deemed, by the Enlightenment, to be either subjective or objective.
That is still the case, though, of course, there is no objective criteria of demarcation between them. The Gita confirms this common-sense view.
What kind of judgement escapes this binary by being at once passionate and detached, made in earnest without mindfulness of outcome?
Subjective judgments which are 'passionate' but 'detached' include Deontic & Aesthetic judgments & judgments made behind what Rawls would call the veil of ignorance- i.e. which apply to you without your prior knowledge. A preference is not a judgment. An unconsidered grabbing of what you like may represent a lapse in judgment.
Immanuel Kant addresses this in a shift in his own thinking, in his writings on aesthetics in 1790: he characterizes “beauty” as being “purposeful without a purpose”.
Because the object is not subsumed under a concept. Rather there is a free play of the Imagination which is not purposeful like cognitive judgments.
Also, he classifies aesthetic judgement as being “disinterested”, or untouched by what we ordinarily understand as desire. In the binary imposed by the Enlightenment, “disinterested” will be seen to be the opposite of “interested”; that is, impartial as opposed to biased, or objective rather than subjective.
Kant was part of the Enlightenment. His transcendentalism was a means of escape from a common sense empiricism of a crude, materialistic, sort. At one time, beauty was thought to relate directly to utility because that which was pleasing to the senses tended to greater longevity and more healthy progeny. Then people began to see that thin women and lofty mountains have a beauty of their own.
But “disinterestedness” is a breakdown in the binary; it indicates aesthetic experience’s ability to be simultaneously involved and disengaged – a contradiction that the Enlightenment is deeply reluctant to allow for.
The Enlightenment had no problem with the notion that we may judge our own actions to be wrong or that a particular course of action is right even if it harms us. Why have judges if our Society believes that everybody will always choose only what is best for themselves? Why go to Court if you know the judge will always give the verdict in favor of the guy who can pay the bigger bribe?
Five years separate the Gita’s appearance in English, and three years its translation into French, from Kant’s intervention in aesthetics. It’s unlikely he’d have been unaware of the work, or made his sui generis departure without it.
It is unlikelier that Kant would be foolish enough to believe that beauty pleases our senses for biological reasons. He was living at a time when it was fashionable to go into raptures about 'sublime' scenery- snowy mountains and unpeopled wildernesses- rather than stately parterres and well ordered plantations.
The second time such “disinterestedness” appears as a concept, when Matthew Arnold redefines what criticism is, the link to the Gita is clear, and doesn’t require speculation. Arnold had read Wilkins’s translation in 1845, and he returned to it constantly. In 1865, he wrote of criticism,
that it must try to uncover the truth. Thus he was of the school of Lachmann-“id quod recensere dicitur, sine interpretatione et possumus et debemus- before interpretation there must be 'recension'- i.e. the patient spade work to uncover the facts must first be completed before we can pronounce on the matter.
radically, not only as the expression of taste or opinion, but as a form of disengaged engagement without obvious consequence,
so, patient spade work rather than first planting the evidence and then digging it up and saying 'Aha!'.
making the connection to the Gita overt: “It will be said that it is a very subtle and indirect action which I am thus prescribing for criticism and that, by embracing in this manner the Indian virtue of detachment and abandoning the sphere of practical life, it condemns itself to a slow and obscure work. Slow and obscure it may be, but it is the only proper work of criticism”.
What is the context of this remark? A young girl had strangled her illegitimate child and had been arrested. Meanwhile pompous politicians talked of the unprecedented felicity of the Anglo-Saxon race. Arnold thinks this is because the Brits weren't as studious as the Germans. They weren't philosophical. Thus they talked cant.

 His essay upholds scientific philology and rational criticism based on uncovering the facts of the case. He was refuting the argument that criticism could be anything goes. You ought not to lie about what an author said. You shouldn't make stuff up. You should tax your brain rather than just jotting anything down. In other words, you must not be Amit Chaudhri writing shite about Hinduism and hoping to get away with it coz Whitey won't call him on it due to Black Lives Matter innit?

Sadly, Arnold was wrong. Germany was headed in the wrong direction. Byron knew more about one very interesting aspect of life than Goethe. The truth of the matter is that Goethe was a turgid bore who could write some lovely lyrics. Wordsworth could be a bore but was just as good. This is also true of Shelley and Byron. They knew somethings beyond Goethe's ken and were better off not knowing other things which Germans were obliged to cultivate by reason of their backwardness. Britain in the early nineteenth century was alive in a manner that Germany wasn't. That's why its Universities didn't matter much. Trade and Travel, Party politics at home and Imperial Administration abroad, were better teachers. Arnold couldn't see it because he belonged to a greyer generation. He blamed Regency poets who had breathed a freer air for his own suffocation under mid Victorian prudery and philistinism. Arnold was wrong to pin his faith on German paideia. He quotes Joubert 'Force till Right is ready'. But, Right was never ready in Germany. Force alone prevailed, to the delight of its pedagogues till the country was divided and occupied. By contrast, in England, Right did prevail though the 'physical force' Chartists failed because, as General Napier told them, they didn't have artillery.

Arnold equates 'disinterestedness' with 'curiosity', which he believed had a negative connotation only in England. Amit thinks 'evenness of mind'- ataraxy- is 'curious'. Why? Because this cretin believes in some 'pervasive binary' of his own invention.
“Disinterestedness”, then, is, in Krishna’s words, a curious “evenness of mind” irrespective of “success and failure”: it’s the dismantling of a pervasive binary which customarily places the word in an Enlightenment tradition of rational objectivity, or even points to the contemporary misuse of the word to mean “uninterested”.
Arnold merely says that it is good to uncover the truth even if there is no certainty this will advance our interests. He quotes Burke to suggest that this type of effort will turn out to be providential.

 The Gita is, in fact very interesting, if read as the dual of the Vyadha Gita and thus in a game theoretic manner. Arjuna, it turns out, is genuinely curious about Yoga and, in a dramatic manner, places himself in a position to absorb its entire philosophy.

By contrast Amit has no curiosity about the Gita. He read some crap Eng Lit textbooks and formed his ideas accordingly. Yet Arnold in the continuation of the very passage Amit quotes warns against this type of laziness.
The Gita’s practice of “impersonality” points to T. S. Eliot’s attack, in “Tradition and the Individual Talent” in 1919, on the idea that poetry is an “expression of the personality” or of “emotion”.
Which was convenient if you happened to write like a homosexual in a country where being one could get you a stiff stretch of porridge.
It’s no accident that the final line of The Waste Land is the Upanishadic refrain, “shantih shantih shantih”, the Sanskrit word for spiritual peace or even-mindedness (which, as it happens, was promoted to being the primary aesthetic rasa or experience in Sanskrit poetics by the eleventh-century philosopher Abhinavagupta).
Nor is it an accident that the poem came out after a terrible world war.  Why call Lord Abhinavagupta a philosopher? He is one of the greatest Saivite Sages revered particularly by Kashmiri Brahmans. His  Īśvarapratyabhijñā-vimarśini is considered a means to gain direct knowledge of God. This is the proof that Shanti is indeed a 'rasa'.
It’s uncertain in what way these conceptual departures would have existed in modernity if these texts hadn’t been put into circulation when they were.
There are no 'conceptual departures' here. Eliot was very much aware that anything he found in India could also be found in Europe. He was, and remained, a devout Christian- though, no doubt, he suffered much because of his first marriage.
Yet a great part of this history of ideas remains unwritten.   
A great part of the history of nonsense remains unwritten for the excellent reason that nonsense is a drug on the market. Amit's achievement here is that he has shown that you can take the Brahmin baiting, Hindu hating, Kayastha out of Kolkata, but you can't beat him to death coz Black Lives Matter innit?
    

Sunday, 5 July 2020

Megha Majumdar, Tabish Khair & what's in a name

Guernica: I wanted to ask a little bit about Jivan, who is Muslim. How did you navigate the complexities of writing outside your own religion?
Majumdar: You know, I thought about this a lot. In my mind, I saw her as someone whose whole goal is to rise to the middle class. She wants to keep her job at the mall, she wants to enjoy her new phone, she wants to protect her parents from further suffering. I knew that narratively for her to become a believable scapegoat in the eyes of this particular state, her religious identity would be important.
The problem here is that the Indian State won't scapegoat a Muslim with a Hindu name. Why? People won't believe that a girl whose parents were so Secular, or Communist, as to deliberately give a masculine Hindu name to their daughter, would be a 'jihadi'. At the very least, the police f.i.r must say 'Jivan urf Shahbana'- Jivan alias some Muslim female name-' because it is impossible that Islamic fundamentalists will trust a Muslim girl with the name of a Hindu boy.
So I knew that she had to be Muslim for her character to persuasively make the argument that I wanted this book to make, about how certain people are oppressed and marginalized.
In other words, to write a horror story about Muslim oppression under Modi (but not Mamta) you have to have a Muslim scapegoat. The fact that you didn't bother to supply her with a Muslim name is beside the point. This is a horror story. She could have been called Jemima or Liu Chin Fa or Mogambo and nobody would care. But why stop there? Why not write of a Muslim girl from the slums of Kolkata whose name is Sidney Applebaum? Her goal in life is to rise to the post of Chief Cantor of the Beth Judah Synagogue in Ballygunge. However, she wants to keep her job at Goldman Sachs, she wants to enjoy her new phone, except on Shabos, and she wants to protect her parents from further suffering at the hands of Nazi Vampires whose true master is Donald Trump.

Majumdar is opening literary doors for people of all classes. You too can write a book about the suffering of the Rohingyas without knowing anything about Myanmar or Islam. Name your protagonist Jesus Spiderman, a poor Rohingya girl who was bitten by a radioactive spider while launching a career in Hispanic rap. She was falsely accused of terrorism and ethnically cleansed by Islamophobic Nazi Vampires. We should empathize with her suffering without worrying needless about her complex identity.
But at the same time, I didn’t want to give her a religious identity that I couldn’t write with complexity. So, I imagined her as somebody akin to myself, you know.
But Majumdar has a Hindu girl's name, not a Hindu boy's name. What's more Majumdar is Hindu. How much 'writing with complexity' does it take to Google 'Bengali Muslim girl's names'?
Someone who has a religious identity on paper, perhaps celebrates festivals, but doesn’t see her religious identity as central to who she is, necessarily.
But, a novelist creating a Muslim character must see something at least tangentially Muslim and gendered about her identity. To start with, why not give the girl a Muslim name?

True there is a superhero named 'Kamala Khan'- but at least Kamala is a girl's name. Still, no Pakistani 'Khan' would give a daughter this Hindu name- even Kamaalah would be considered as offending against 'ayn ul kamal'- i.e the evil eye. But comic books are considered a lower art form than literary fiction. At least that was the case till Majumdar lowered the bar.
And it’s another of those narrative logics that is imposed on you by somebody else, where you don’t have the chance to respond and say: look at my religious identity with nuance; this is what I truly believe, this is what I don’t believe.
Majumdar has imposed a Hindu 'middle class' identity on a figment of her imagination. Why? To tell a horror story. It seems Majumdar does not care about Muslims. She only cares about herself. If taking a dig at Modi helps her, then so be it.
You don’t have the chance to say that. You have a piece of paper that says you are this or that, and that is the narrative you’re given.
The problem with a piece of paper with the name 'Jivan' on it is that the police, the Magistrate, the Press, everybody, will believe a Hindu boy, not a Muslim girl, is being referred to. It's like what happens when the Court usher calls Mr. Buthelizi Obaweyo to present himself and a little Chinese lady shuffles forward. The Magistrate says 'you aren't an African man. You are a tiny Chinese woman. What the hell is going on here?'
There may be an explanation but it must be supplied to the Court. The little Chinese lady must explain that she did indeed start of as an African man but then got Michael Jackson disease with Chinese characteristics.

Perhaps Majumdar's next book will provide the necessary backstory. Interestingly, only Tabish Khair- who is Muslim- has picked up on Majumdar's ludicrous choice of name. He writes-
 the Muslim girl is called Jivan. This is an unusual name for a Muslim girl, though, especially in Bengal, poorer Muslims can sometimes have Hindu names, or (most often) nicknames. I have not met any — out of the thousand plus Muslims I have met until now — but sociology assures me that this happens.
Khair is right. It can happen. But the girl's name would be spelled Jeebon, not Jivan. Furthermore, the Magistrate won't sign off on anything till he gets an explanation for why Jivan is not a Hindu boy. The police would have to add a note to explain that this was not a clerical error.
Mixed up

What is less likely to happen is that people will accept a Muslim girl’s claim that her brother is named ‘Purnendu Sarkar’, as they obviously do in the novel. But even this would not matter if there wasn’t a tradition in metropolitan colonial and post-colonial writing in English — even in major novels by non-white authors, such as Zadie Smith’s White Teeth — of mixing up Hindu and Muslim names. And even that could be ignored if the details of Muslim living, and festivals, were not so glaringly absent in a novel that, otherwise, pays careful attention to small details.

I grew up a Muslim who knew much about Hindu details of life but met excellent, well-meaning Hindus, including some of my school friends, who seemed to know nothing about Muslim details of life. And hence, I cannot help but notice this aridity in A Burning. And because the author of A Burning is a person of unusual talent and empathy, I want to bring it to her notice. Because the aridity is more significant than it seems, and because it won’t be pointed out to her by the publishing and critical sheikhs who rule over our Indian English destinies from the lush deserts of London and New York.
The problem here is that if 'Indian English destinies' are ruled over by 'critical sheikhs in 'London and New York', then novels like this are not 'brave'. They cater to the prejudices of foreign 'sheikhs'. If they want anti-India propaganda, that is what they get. If they want a Muslim girl to be a scapegoat, they will find one named Shahbana Ansari just as worthy of celebration as one named Sidney Applebaum. Indeed, they may prefer it. Why? They are concerned with obliterating Muslim identity just as they are concerned with reducing Hinduism to a branch of Nazism. One thing they insist on. South Asians must all be depicted as being as stupid as shit. Majumdar has a head start in this respect. Tabish Khair should be taking notes, not protesting against 'aridity'.



Wednesday, 24 June 2020

Megha Majumdar's damp squib

 Naina Bajekar reviews Majumdars 'A Burning' in Time Magazine


“Writers and politicians are natural rivals,”

Plenty of politicians write novels to make a little money. Some novelists become politicians though, like Jeffery Archer, they may end up despised and humiliated. 

Salman Rushdie wrote in his 1982 essay “Imaginary Homelands.” “Both groups try to make the world in their own images;

No. Both tell stories.  

they fight for the same territory. And the novel is one way of denying the official, politicians’ version of truth.”
Salman Rushdie has settled in New York and his latest novel is about America. Trump, however, may not consider him much of a rival. Rushdie also wrote of India and Pakistan. But he wasn't the rival of any politician in either country. Why? Because he didn't live there. He wasn't a citizen. He was not eligible to hold political office. His knowledge of both places was derisory. He thought 'Jamshed Joshi' was a possible name for a character. But Joshi is a Brahmin surname while Jamshed- who corresponds to Yama, the Hindu God of death- is a given name exclusively used by Parsis. There are some Parsis who took Joshi as their surname on coming to Bombay two centuries ago but they tended to choose other occupational names because they didn't want to be mistaken for Brahmins. Thus, in writing a novel it is unwise to have a character named Jamshed Joshi for the same reason that it would be foolish to name an Arab Sheikh Jesus Krishna Von Trapp.

Majumdar's protagonist is a Muslim girl. But she has a Hindu, Masculine, name. She may as well have been called Algernon Montclare-Smythe.

This girl is the foredoomed korban, or pharmakos- the inevitable tragic victim. Another reviewer, in the Washington Post, notes  "The publishers have framed the novel as a literary thriller, burdening it, I worry, with an unfair expectation. True suspense is in short supply; in fact, the story is marked by an undertow of bleak inevitability. As a girl, Jivan used to pass by a butcher shop on her way to school. “The goat must have had a life, much like me,” she would think, looking up at the row of skinned carcasses. “At the end of its life, maybe it had been led by a rope to the slaughterhouse, and maybe, from the smell of blood which emerged from that room, the goat knew where it was being taken.”
The problem here is that whereas Hindus have a horror of animal sacrifice, Muslims don't. The festival of Eid, when goats are slaughtered for the feast that marks the end of the month of fasting, is a joyous occasion. This Muslim girl with a Hindu boy's name, identifies with the goat- which is fine if your Religion inculcates belief in re-incarnation- but is decidedly odd in a Muslim child who will see her father or Uncle carrying a goat or a lamb on his shoulders to the butcher so that a delicious meal can be prepared for the family and meat can be donated to the poor. 

Moreover, the author is attributing to her character a type of causal thinking- the goat smells blood and intuits its fate- which can't possibly apply to humans whose sense of smell has been suppressed by evolution. Moreover, even Muslim girls from the slums have minds and are capable of rational thought. When a rope is put around your neck and you are led off by a butcher, you don't need a great sense of smell to figure out that something bad is going to happen to you. 

The fact is Majumdar's protagonist is utterly unreal. Psychologically, the book is nonsense. But then it is not meant to be a psychological study. It is merely a cheap sort of political polemics which suits the Party which is in Power in Majumdar's native West Bengal and which her milieu in New York finds appealing because of a supposed equation between Modi and Trump.

Bajekal, who appears to know little of Bengal, writes-
In her captivating debut novel A Burning, Megha Majumdar presents a powerful corrective to the political narratives that have dominated in contemporary India.
This is a novel about Bengal where Mamta's TMC rules the roost. Previously it was Communist. It may be that atrocities against Hindus by Muslims will cause the BJP to come to power. But only after that happens will 'political narratives' there undergo any change. Till that time, the same narrative- Hindutva is Fascism- will continue to receive more and more proforma or cartoonish depiction.
Under Prime Minister Narendra Modi, artists and journalists have faced pressure to toe the Hindu nationalist party line.
Not in Bengal. Pressure there has gone the other way for fifty years.
Indian universities have purged “anti-nationals” from campuses.
Whereas, in Bengal, anyone who opposes Mamta gets thrashed.
In a 2015 criminal trial for contempt of court, Booker Prize–winning author Arundhati Roy was accused by a judge of unfairly criticizing “a most tolerant country like India.”
Roy's Mum is from Kerala, where the BJP has little presence. Her Dad was from Bengal, where it is growing but only at the expense of the Communists who have been subject to brutal attacks by Mamta's goons. She lives in Delhi, which is ruled by Kejriwal. She is on the side of power, she is not speaking truth to it.
Meanwhile, in February, the New Delhi police force was widely criticized for standing by as 53 people, most of them Muslim, were killed in riots—the worst religious violence in India for more than a decade.
But the Muslims in that area first killed policemen and non-Muslims. The very next day there was a backlash. The minority was pulverized. Some local politician may have got money for orchestrating the violence to coincide with Trump's visit. What is certain is Muslims lost by it.
Majumdar, who grew up in Kolkata and is now an editor in New York City, tackles this turmoil head-on.
Nonsense! She has said that a Muslim who writes an anti-BJP post in Kolkata can be arrested. This is false. A Muslim can be arrested but only if he attacks Mamta.  Last month, 'The Print'- which is anti-BJP reported that 'Police in Bengal filed 270 cases related to fake news between 18 March and 18 May. At least two dozen of these name BJP members'. In contrast, nobody was booked for maligning Modi.
India’s brand of nationalism has its particularities, but readers around the world will recognize the rightward turn charted in A Burning, with schools criticized for failing to teach “national feeling” and minority communities seen as “disloyal to the values of this nation.”
But this has not happened in Bengal. The opposite has. Who knows? This may cause a Hindu backlash in the Assembly Elections next year. But, having already cried wolf, when no wolf existed, what will Majumdar do then?
The novel opens with train cars ablaze in an attack that leaves more than a hundred dead. Jivan, a Muslim woman living in a Kolkata slum, posts a careless comment on Facebook criticizing the government and ends up in jail, accused of aiding terrorists.
No doubt, Muslim terrorists do carry out such attacks. But 'Jivan' was not criticizing Mamta's police. She was blaming Modi. This would earn her a reward, not punishment.
In the fast-paced plot, two acquaintances are called to testify at her trial: aspiring movie star Lovely, a hijra (a third gender, a community marginalized in India) who was learning English from Jivan;

which is strange. You don't learn English from a Bengali girl from the slums. You ask her to teach you Chinese. 

and PT Sir, a teacher who taught Jivan basketball and yearns to gain favor with a right-wing populist party.

Why does he not join the RSS? Oh. Mamta's goons would kick his head in.  

All three characters seek a way to rise above their circumstances—but, Majumdar asks, at what cost?
This is crazy shit. Bengal, like the rest of India, isn't going to make a 'hijra' a movie star even if she can speak the Queen's English. Furthermore, to get ahead in Bengali Cinema she has to please the old Leftists. She can do this without offending Mamta's goons by blackguarding Modi to her heart's content. Incidentally, Mamta has sent two young film-stars to Delhi as Members of Parliament. But they are not hijras. One of them, a Muslim, has married a handsome Jain businessman. There were reports of a Deobandi fatwa against her but nothing seems to have come of it.
Rewriting the story of India as a nation became particularly urgent in the decade following the national emergency of Indira Gandhi’s rule in the 1970s. Mostly male authors—like Rushdie, Amitav Ghosh and Vikram Seth
all of whom live abroad
took it upon themselves to dismantle the idea of a single national identity

which it has by virtue of having a 80 percent Hindu majority 

and affirm India’s founding ideals of secularism.
They are also affirming America's and Britain's founding ideals of multiracialism and multiculturalism and resolute opposition to Racism, Imperialism, Homophobia, Capitalism, the Republican Party and so forth.
Some three decades on, under a government that envisions India as a Hindu nation,
which is what it is. Any non-Hindu majority area has a strong secessionist element
Majumdar offers her novel as a reassertion of the pluralism once at the heart of Indian democracy.
but this 'reassertion' is worthless if she remains in the heart of Western Capitalism.
While Jivan is the protagonist, Majumdar shines most in the stories of her secondary characters, who are of different religions, classes and genders.
But who sound like cardboard cut-outs.
Lovely goes to auditions where she experiences praise as “a tub full of syrupy roshogolla whose sugar is flowing in my veins,”
I should explain Lovely is Bengali. Thus she must talk either of roshogolla or hilsa fish. That's what Bengalis do. This shows Majumdar is expert on Bengali hijras isn't it?
while PT Sir is drawn to rallies where men wave “the saffron flags of ardent nationalism.
as opposed to what? the green flag of Islam? Or the red flag of Marxism? Plenty of Muslims were killed at the time of Partition. Mamta waded through a sea of Commie blood to take and hold on to power. 
In weaving their voices alongside interludes from marginal characters, Majumdar creates a vivid portrait of India as a polyphonic crowd, a patchwork of differences.
Really? Does gulab jamun get a mention?
All the characters are subject to the nationalist forces pulsing through the country, but in the face of corruption, persecution and powerlessness, they manage to hold on to their dreams and humor.
but they don't come alive.
Yet the members of Majumdar’s cast are also haunted by the sacrifices they make in the service of those dreams.
Sadly, this isn't the case. Majumdar hasn't sacrificed enough of her own time or her own prejudices to properly imagine her characters.
In a broken society, instincts for self-preservation kick in and bonds are exposed as fragile. “In this world, only one of us can be truly free,” thinks one character, weighing a chance to help another at a personal cost. “Every day, I am making my choice, and I am making it today also.”
These two sentences don't run on from each other. Indeed, the first sentence is nonsensical. To free yourself, you may have to sacrifice someone else's freedom. But the character doesn't mean that only one person- perhaps the ruler- can be free. The second sentence looks a bit Babu and 'authentic'. But that is because it is stupid. Majumdar skill is to show that she escaped a part of the world where people are as stupid as shit. Black Lives Matter. Getting away from Bengal to a place where one can gain brownie points for saying so represents a tremendous achievement.  Jhumpa Lahiri has a worthy successor. Bengal must be so proud. Everyday her daughters are making choice not to write in Bengali. Lahiri's last book was in Italian. Today also they are making choice not to write in Bengali and stay the fuck away from that shithole. This is saving Bengal from Fascism innit? Mamta's goons must continue to beat up the Communists. In this way hijras will become Movie Stars and get married to wealthy Jains and have beautiful Amul babies while eating plenty roshgolla and hilsa fish.