January began with two great books, John Fowles' The French Lieutenant's Woman and the non- fictional 'Talking About Jane Austen in Baghdad' by May Witwit and Bee Rowlatt.
Two books with premises which starkly contrasting one other, they provide a sense of fulfillment to the reader, and I can very contentedly say that my year indeed began well.
My edition of John Fowles' The French Lieutenant's Woman was bought when I was in college. Somehow, having lived a very colourful and packed life of an undergraduate, I never got around to reading it. I picked up my many unread and half-read books in the long holiday dengue provided me, and managed to do a substantial amount of reading.
Written in 1969, the story is set in 1867, but weaves in comparisons with the contemporary era. The uniqueness lies in the novel's recognition of the 'meta'. The author uses even cuts into the plot drawing comparisons between the Victorian and the present age. This I like. Fowles provides the reader a nice little surprise, weaving himself in twice into the storyline. I do like it when the author intervenes to explain a bit of the plot and narrative. It's chatty, requires a certain element of wit, without being pedantic... and Fowles does just that. He mesmerises the reader with his erudition of the Victorian era. Anyone will be left awed on seeing the well-researched quotes instead of the chapter names. Personally, I love this trend. Reminds me of other stalwarts who did the same, Mary Stewart and H. Rider Haggard, to name a few.
It follows the story of the wealthy Charles Smithson, who is already engaged to the spoilt Ernestina Freeman. He is a likeable character, despite being the prodigal Victorian English gentleman, straitjacketed by duty, honour and striving to be the perfect gentleman.
The real protagonist of the novel, however, is Sarah Woodruff, also known as 'poor Tragedy' or the French lieutenant's woman. Fowles weaves a character, who is enigmatic, yet simple, wild yet delicate, tragic yet redeeming. She is impulsive but all her actions are a result of her keen intuition and intelligence. A fatal combination, at least for Charles, who is fascinated by Miss Woodruff.
Fowles uses all kinds of spellbinding literary condiments and the final result leaves the reader in a bittersweet daze.
The end surprises you, not once, but twice. Famous for its double ending, the book gave me a beautiful start to the year.
The second book I sneakily read simultaneously, flung me into a timeline and a geography far removed from the first. 'Talking About Jane Austen in Baghdad' is a non-fictional epistolary exchange, between the England-born professor of English, May Witwit, living in Baghdad and a journalist from the BBC's World Service, Bee Rowlatt. The beauty of the book lies in a kind of silver lining, formed by human compassion, resilience and hope, with the background of war-torn Iraq.
The two individuals strike a friendship transgressing war zones and find life in a bleak world of gunshots and civil war.
The entire book is a series of emails exchanged between Witwit and Rowlatt, between 2005-2008. The mails forge a sisterhood between the two.
Based in London and a mum-of-three, Bee, provides May with supports and encourages her dreams of finding a peaceful future. May gets a fellowship to a university in the UK to study for a PhD and is finally able to get out of her country. However, the journey to getting there is fraught with trials and tribulations challenging the human spirit to the extreme.
The two friends are diametrically different to one another. The reader will notice Bee as a friendly and open woman as she herself describes her to be. May on the other hand is more of a 'dark horse' as Bee refers to her, but it is her indomitable strength that guides her on. She is deep and true hero of the book.
The novel is deeply redeeming and offers the reader a fist-hand insight into the politics of Iraq. The ladies balance domestic duties and workplace woes. May trudges through her neighbourhood, which is strewn with corpses and the militia, to get to work. She gets back home to fix dinner for her husband, and tries to maintain a normal life at a home, despite it being threatened by its proximity to extremists.
The book proves to be a brilliant document of humanism, as it curates friendship, endurance and the will to not survive, but live.