My Reading Process for Now

In memory of Jonathan Ball.

After moving house earlier this year, I felt an urge to explain to you why I am reading in this manner.

As I write this, I look behind my shoulder. There are no less than twelve books placed in an orderly fashion on my bed and my nightstand. No, no, no; that array has diminished somewhat since I originally began drafting My Reading Process for Now. So you see, having finished a few titles here and there, packed them away in my cupboard, I’ve gone on to new titles. And finished those as well.

There are also those that I have returned to, yet again, and in this reading list presented to you here, those of you who have been avidly following my blog since last year when I produced Writing with Pride, may have recognised a couple of exceptional titles. By now some of you will be familiar with the transgender theme that I continue to press. Subsequently, I also became addicted to Virginia Woolf’s brilliant Orlando.

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I cannot say that I am in love with this remarkable protagonist because after all, I am already in Love with one Samantha Utay Rueca Atencio the Third who hails all the way from the troubled islands of the Philippines. She is a Harry Potter fan, by the way, although what she thinks of JK Rowling these days is now another matter altogether.

And Orlando has been shelved for now. This, however, has nothing to do with Mrs. Woolf’s prodigious reference to ‘savages’ in her Collected Essays, which I will surely be critiquing at another time. I am keeping Orlando to one side. To be re-read. And to be re-reviewed.

Now, without looking behind me, let me run through the remaining book titles with you.

And then proceed to explain my process of reading for now. And why I am reading in this manner.

I am re-reading Jared Diamond’s magnificently written and researched Collapse, using it as a reference point for a later article boldly titled CLIMATE CHANGE!. I am thrilled to tell you that I have David Remnick’s The Bridge on my table as well. I am utilising the biography as a precursor to my reading of President Obama’s latest and best-selling memoir, A Promised Land. And hope to be writing about these books too at a later time.

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I was even more thrilled to come across one of my favourite history writer’s more recent tomes. This one is titled The War of the World. And the writer is none other than Niall Ferguson. I am preoccupied with racism and what could be done to overcome it as an antiracist, so this book also makes good sense because it deals a lot with racism as a sub-text for going to war. The motivational theme given for this giant paperback, published by Penguin Books, is hate.

I chose Nathaniel Hawthorne’s colonial text to continue my exploration of sub-themes related to what we could term the condemned woman. It is also a follow-up to my re-reading of Daniel Defoe’s Moll Flanders. I am using these and other texts as part of my research for a manuscript that I have been working on for ages. I have given the manuscript the working title of A Better Life. My manuscript is also something of an intertextual trip.

Hawthorne’s book of course is none other than The Scarlet Letter. Now, as to why I picked out Henry Fielding’s Joseph Andrews in the first place, I initially could not quite recall. Nevertheless, I do think it has something to do with maintaining my reading discipline as well as satisfying my greed for books. Finally, I am in the literary process of preparing a treat for some of my regular readers who, like me, are avid fans of South African-born literary maestro, JM Coetzee.

But before I close this online essay off with a brief introduction to the literary essays, let me introduce you to one of the finest biographers I have ever encountered. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you to the late Professor JC Kannemeyer. One of his marvellous bios was of none other than the perceptively elusive Coetzee. As you read through JM Coetzee, A Life in Writing, you learn that the master of the allegory was anything but. Now, for scholars of Coetzee’s work, Derek Attridge needs little to no introduction.

I’m working my way through his literary essays collected under the title of JM Coetzee and the Ethics of Reading, Literature in the Event. So too Jane Poyner’s JM Coetzee and the Idea of the Public Intellectual. My motivations for re-reading these texts form part of my preparation for a later blog article called JM Coetzee and the Problem of Sex. Do stick around for that and thank you for spending time with me in my ‘public library’.

Gandhi Before India

 

“Gandhi’s message of peace and non-violence holds the key to human survival in the twenty-first century.”

  • Nelson Mandela –

Ask any avid reader and lover of books. Books should be cherished. They are also frightfully expensive, particularly the longer and exceptionally good tomes. An earlier visit to my local library was the setting for a rare find. Public libraries are bereft of funds and worthy donors, but there are occasions when there is a rare spurt of generosity. Finding Gandhi Before India by Ramachandra Guha displayed prominently during my search for other biographical works, was a gift. While it was already published by Allen Lane in 2013, this book was resplendently brand-new when I clutched it for the first time. I had written some notes towards other essays where I touched briefly on the monumental contribution Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi made to human history over two centuries. I was already familiar with aspects of his life through the film medium, and re-watching Richard Attenborough’s Gandhi remains an occasion.

But, Guha’s work towers far higher than Attenborough’s award-winning opus. Attenborough was a director of note and as a life-long opponent of apartheid was well-qualified to produce such a tribute to the Mahatma. But, that is all it remains when compared with Guha’s contrite work. There is much to learn and gain after a dedicated reading of Gandhi Before India. Over five hundred pages long, it is merely the first part of an extensive biography of the life, times and philosophies of Gandhi. And Guha has already produced India After Gandhi: The History of the World’s Largest Democracy. By dint of that book’s title, I remain convinced that the legacy that Gandhi left us remains alive and well. Forget for a moment the ominous signs to the contrary. While most nations’ politicians and leaders have selfishly manipulated and abused their countries’ constitutions to the detriment of the citizens that they are designed to serve and aid, freedom and democracy still seems to be the better solution to a troubled and divisive world.

Today’s India is ruled by Narendra Modi, leader of the Bharatiya Janata Party, originally a Hindu Nationalist party. His realm stretches across twenty-nine states and a melting pot of many cultures and religions, particularly the sects of Hinduism and Islam. In comparison to previous years since independence from the British Empire, this country of over a billion people has enjoyed a period of relative peace and phenomenal economic growth. But, the MAN Booker Prize-winning author, Arundhati Roy will argue otherwise. The problems of inequality, poverty and religious and cultural oppression still run deep and won’t be overturned in the near future. But, comparatively speaking, Indians are slowly but surely growing more tolerant of each other. Gandhi, born into a relatively prosperous middle-class Hindu family, became aware of these blights later in his life. Perhaps it was fortuitous, or divine intervention itself, that Gandhi, a loyal subject of the British Empire as a newly qualified barrister, experienced racism first hand during his earliest travels through South Africa.

There is a famous scene in Richard Attenborough’s film where Gandhi, dressed impeccably in an English-tailored suit, is brutally thrown off a train by a racist conductor and his complaining passenger. Gandhi insisted that he had every right to sit in the first class compartment of that train’s car since he was the rightful owner of a first class ticket. But, little did he know at that time of how inherently divided along racial and economic lines South Africa already was. Guha writes that Gandhi would have to endure many similar train journeys before realizing just how bad it all was. But, before Gandhi’s awakening to the problems of racism, oppression and inequality, the reader must learn what shaped this mystical, unusual and eccentric man.

As we already know, Gandhi, through the prejudices of his Hindu religion and culture, had a premature marriage to Kasturba foisted on him. The peculiarities – as he would describe it – of his religion and culture would also affect his relationships with his children. It would trouble Gandhi throughout his life that he could never shake off the yolk of patriarchal traditions. Surprisingly we learn of who and what influenced Gandhi the aesthete, never mind the religious mystic. It was none other than the Russian literary giant, Leo Tolstoy, that would assist Gandhi in seeking out a life which is inherently harmonic and peaceful, if practised. One would have to travel all the way back to Gandhi’s time in England while studying law, to learn of his decision to become a life-long adherent of vegetarianism. While he may not have known it then, and Guha does not mention this in his biography, much of what Gandhi practised and preached is more urgently valid to us in the second millennium encumbered with the critical problems of global warming and environmental degradation, all consequences of inequality, mass production and over-consumption.

By the time Gandhi was a prominent activist in South Africa, the arch-colonist and oppressor of South Africa’s indigenous people, Cecil John Rhodes had already left the scene. But he made his mark. While his dreamed of Empire did not stretch across the whole of Africa, his dream of a Union of South Africa did come to be. Designed to rally white Anglo-Saxons and Afrikaners into a peaceful co-existence towards realising common goals, the Union of South Africa’s earliest years would be presided over by two Afrikaner Generals of Anglo-Boer War fame, Louis Botha and Jan Christiaan Smuts. These two men were Gandhi’s greatest rivals in the struggle for equality for Indian men and women originally brought to South Africa to serve the white population’s labour needs. Smuts was every bit the unusual aesthete that Gandhi was. This is peculiar, because he was inherently racist.

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Safe from the vagaries of his own culture, Gandhi was free to do as he pleased during his years in England. He would, however, not be tempted by strange, foreign mores. He consumed much in a literary sense. After being introduced to the London Vegetarian Society, Gandhi immersed himself in  alternative thoughts on culture and religion. What was  illuminating to him at the time, would also profoundly influence his later years as an activist in South Africa and as India’s liberator was the Bible’s New Testament stories on Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount. The young Gandhi could not believe that such generosity of spirit and servitude was possible given his own Indian background.

The most important aspect of Gandhi’s many philosophies was surely the adoption of the practice of satyagraha, passive, non-violent civil disobedience and resistance. In view of the oppression meted out by the South African regime, this was a just cause, but it was never violent. The extent of Gandhi’s charisma and influence over the many people who chose to follow his example remains astounding because of Gandhi’s modest stature, both physically and personally. It was always difficult for him to speak before large crowds, but they heard him and listened to him. They would willingly go to prison in the hope of contributing towards their eventual emancipation. During Gandhi’s time in South Africa, it never came, but it took root and had a profound effect on Indians living on the sub-continent and it reverberated across most parts of the world.

A painful aspect of Guha’s narrative is the detailed narration of the continuous trails of letter writing and meetings with Smuts which were all to no avail. But, it is necessary because it is evidence of how resilient both Gandhi and his oppressors were. Neither would budge. While Gandhi represented the interests of the Indians in South Africa, Smuts always argued that his reluctance to concede to their demands was in the best interests of his white English and Afrikaans-speaking constituents. The popular belief, still to this day and with justification, was that most white South Africans were racist. But within Gandhi’s entourage of many helpers and followers were a number of white men and women, Christian and Jewish, who would influence Gandhi immeasurably. Much like Mandela in later years, Gandhi learned that there was much that was good about the so-called white race and there was much to be gained and learned from them.

A critical aspect of Gandhi’s saintly and mythological life in South Africa often spoken about among South Africans is his ignorance of the indigenous Africans who were regarded as lower in status and class by his own followers. The excuse is always bandied that Gandhi was “a product of his times” and this much is clear in Ramachandra Guha’s biographical writing. The emphasis on the Indian population is necessary to tell the true story of Gandhi’s growth as a human being and leader. But, Guha does mention Gandhi’s belated awareness of the Africans’ plight. Gandhi’s forthright decision to leave South Africa for good and return to his motherland to address the – at that time – greater cause of the liberation of India was understandable and necessary. It was also welcomed by Smuts who famously hoped aloud that Gandhi had indeed left South Africa for good.

But, by the time Gandhi had left South Africa, the seeds for practising passive resistance among the African people had already been planted. No-one can argue that Gandhi would fail to address the injustice against all South Africans had he stayed longer in the country. Even to this day, Gandhi’s legacy remains alive for many South Africans who argue in favour of peaceful co-existence and equality. The consequences of those alternatives are also clearly felt today. A new debate has surged, arguing for the re-writing of South Africa’s history since long before the first European settlers arrived. But the danger of erasing it entirely remains alive while there are those who wish for it. No-one need be a saint like Gandhi to realise that it only requires common sense to at least begin to follow the example laid at the foot of Africa by Gandhi. In recent years, it was Nelson Mandela who came closest to emulating the Mahatma, but like Gandhi, both history and time was against Madiba.

Conflict in any form always sows contempt and hate. Mediation and co-operation, fair and just, equal no matter what the citizens’ circumstances and status is the only solution. During the National Party’s rule of the country after defeating Smuts at the polls in 1948, the practice of Gandhi’s passive resistance continued mainly under the leadership of the Pan Africanist Congress’ Robert Sobukwe and the African National Congress’ Albert Luthuli, the first of four South Africans to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Around the time of the ANC’s fateful decision to abandon peaceful protest against apartheid, Luthuli remained firm in his belief that non-violent forms of protest remained the better option towards gaining emancipation from oppressive rule. When Mandela took the decision to take up an armed struggle against the NP regime, he remarked that it was not taken lightly and it was no doubt taken with a heavy heart.

There will always be those who favour armed resistance as the ultimate and most effective measure for overthrowing an oppressive regime. But, long after the dust has settled when this measure has succeeded, more conflicts, old, unresolved problems and new issues, will arise. And where armed or violent conflict as a means to an end is contemplated elsewhere, it is quickly suppressed by a militarily strong government. At the time of South Africa’s formal emancipation from legislative apartheid, the South African regime had one of the strongest military forces in the world. Today, while South Africa’s military structures corrode, its police force, corrupt and inefficiently managed, is used to suppress the physical manifestations of anger and frustration felt by many impoverished South Africans.

Had South Africans decided to take advantage of the lessons and actions of Mohandas Gandhi, I am certain that a better and brighter future would beckon for their children in a land as rich as Gandhi’s homeland. While I believe in Gandhi’s way, it seems to me that at this present time, the legacy of Cecil John Rhodes is alive and well. And this is not the fault of the newly oppressed minorities.

The Proofreader’s Nightmare

Fancy reading a literary giant in more ways than one? For starters, try proofreading James Joyce’s manuscript of Ulysses.

I first read through James Joyce’s collection of short stories, Dubliners. I was already curious about Ulysses, but knew very little about one of the greatest twentieth century texts at the time of my introduction to James Joyce and his Dubliners. It was, after all, not a close reading.

I wondered if my motivations for joining a growing group of dedicated readers of James Joyce’s works was pretentious. But, no, I was hungry, perhaps greedy, to learn more. It would be some years before I began my first reading of Ulysses. And only after that reading did I pursue A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. My readings of Joyce’s trilogy of works, at best, have been surreptitious over a period of six months.

Curious, I sat down patiently and doggedly proceeded with a reading of Finnegan’s Wake, hoping that this instalment on the life and times of Stephen Dedalus would offer improvements for me as a conventional reader. While my imagination was now accustomed to being stretched, I was horrified at how difficult this reading was proving to be. To begin, my reading of Joyce’s works had not begun chronologically as it should have. My second reading of Ulysses is an improvement and has been more enjoyable. Reading Finnegans Wake remains a daunting exercise, but through discipline it eases towards enjoyment.

At some stage in the future, I cannot say when this will be, but I will return to the remarkable works of Joyce. When I return, I will read the works in the correct chronological order, beginning once more with Dubliners. But for now, I am absorbed with the works of James Joyce. Honestly, I have enjoyed A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man the most.

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Taking a walk on the wild side of James Joyce’s literary life is no easy task. As an Honours student, I mused on the possibility on doing my independent paper on the literary life of this literary giant, but, for now, this task is too daunting. I have decided to remain poised on my first idea of writing on a South African writer who emigrated to Australia. To borrow a redundant phrase used by Joyce’s excellent biographer, Gordon Bowker, I had an epiphany on one of my characters in a novel I am still drafting. I still feel a sense of liberation in selecting one of Joyce’s grubby female characters that I encountered during my first reading of Dubliners. My creation is a complex, but nicely rounded protagonist.

What approaches should we take when reading James Joyce? And what tools should accompany us during our readings? A few literary devices come to mind, but an appreciation of the modernist’s variations of stream of consciousness prose will be useful. Also, if you are remotely religious or idealistic, try to keep an open mind. A good sense of humour, perhaps an Irish sense of irony will help too. I have that in buckets, but one must be alert at all times when reading Ulysses or Finnegan’s Wake.

A vivid sense of imagination is required to read your way through the Ulysses maze, otherwise you will soon be lost. An appreciation, perhaps even a love for the intertext will keep you on course. Perhaps, like me, only after a second reading of Ulysses, you begin to appreciate more Joyce’s motivations for creating complex characters and themes. Or, perhaps you have already reached the status of being described a genius by your peers. Nevertheless, know your Shakespeare and Homer. The first subject seems easy enough, but the next? Well, its all Greek to me anyhow at this stage.

Irish history and politics is a must. Useful too is a cynical dislike of anyone or anything related to the British Empire and colonialism. If you’ve been to Ireland, particularly Dublin, you will recognise many of the realistic imaginings of streets, buildings, names and places which all form part of this epic journey.

Dubliners was first published in 1914. My tattered Penguin Books paperback is dated 1996. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man was published in 1916. My Collins Classics edition is just four years old. James Joyce’s most famous work, Ulysses, was originally published by Shakespeare and Company in 1922. My second reading is from a reprinted Penguin Books Modern Classics paperback. I am still peering through Finnegan’s Wake which was published by Faber and Faber Limited in 1939.

Finally, I am so glad I have Gordon Bowker’s biography of James Joyce to fall back on. It was first published by Phoenix in 2012. James Joyce died in Zurich, Switzerland in 1941. At some stage in the future, I hope to read Joyce’s works all over again.

2014 Man of the Year: Barack Obama

Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.”

Barack Obama, the 44th President of the United States of America, has so far, kept the promises he made during his first campaign for the US Presidency in 2008. Some of you may disagree. While it is not a feature of the events of 2014, Obama will be remembered in history as the man who took down Osama bin-Laden. During these uncertain times, filled with danger and daily struggles, Obama still offers hope and inspiration to his electorate, or rather to those who choose to listen, read and learn.

It will surprise some why I have chosen President Obama. Those that know me, know that I have been fairly critical of him since he began his second tumultuous term of office. I will explain why.

The people of America should know this. Their country has one of the lowest rates of unemployment in the world today. For its size and population, I think that this is remarkable. This is not due to their country being the so-called richest nation on earth. The American people should know too that their nation remains the world’s most indebted nation.

Soldiers, previously loyal to the causes of unjust wars, are slowly but surely returning home from Iraq and Afghanistan and other troubled areas of the world. The infamous CIA reports are out and the oil price has plummeted. The doors to peace and prosperity have finally been opened between democratic America and communist Cuba. A young president is finally standing up to the belligerence of a president who once served his country as a spy.

Undoubtedly, Barack Hussein Obama made one of the most moving speeches which will surely be recorded in the history books when he gave a stirring eulogy in honour of our late State President, Nelson R Mandela. I was moved. He humbly proclaimed that Mr Mandela “makes me want to be a better man.” Truth be told, Madiba had inspired Obama for years already. The road to peace and prosperity with Cuba had been laid many years before, even before the slain John F Kennedy came to power. But, over the years, there had been many stumbling blocks not of Obama’s making. The journey along that road became a little easier when Mr Obama took Mr Castro’s hand at Mr Mandela’s memorial service.

And, let us not forget that not only do they lead by example, but true leaders will say sorry when mistakes have been made and offer wise counsel when it is required. Obama apologised to German Chancellor Angela Merkel when it was discovered that the CIA had spied on the Germans. As the race riots escalated across America after the tragedy of Ferguson, Obama made a point of saying that overcoming the problems of racism in America would take time, but made the point of reminding the oppressed that it will be overcome. And then Obama relaxed immigration laws, paving the way for foreigners to seek a new, peaceful and prosperous life in a challenging, but democratic society.

I remain disappointed at Obama’s continued use of drones to track down terrorists in Pakistan and other areas of the Middle East and I remain disappointed at Obama’s insistence on maintaining a strong alliance with Zionist Israel. In light of the ongoing strategy to withdraw troops from foreign lands and the conciliatory detente initiated by the president, could he yet initiate another peace settlement between Israel and the Palestinian authorities, much like his predecessor, Bill Clinton had done previously? Call me naive, but in lieu of the lack of leadership around other parts of the world, Obama has still got two years left of his presidency to pull this off. Perhaps Netanyahu will lose his election in March?

There is the perception that Obama is losing his grip in the White House after the GOP reclaimed majorities in the Congress and Senate. But, think carefully for a moment, after eight, destructive years of George W Bush, it should have been 8 productive, prosperous years under Al Gore, but never mind that, which democrat, lawyer, humanist and thought leader could have done a better job?

After becoming the first African American president of the Harvard Law Review, Barack Obama wrote his Dreams from My Father, an autobiographical account of “race and inheritance”. It was published by Times Books in 1995. After Obama became a Senator in Washington DC, this book was re-published by Crown Publishers and Canongate.

The thoughtful president to be was not finished writing yet. Launching his first presidential campaign he penned “thoughts on reclaiming the American dream” in The Audacity of Hope. It was published by Vintage Books in 2008.