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Gabriel
Garcia Marquez- III
A
master of magic and mystery
By Ashok Chopra
Gabriel Garcia Marquez was once asked why
Latin Americans wrote such long novels to which he
replied cryptically, "Because we have such long
memories!" Memories, to Latin Americans, have always
meant memories of fire, of the great dictators, supported
by the imperialism of the Big Brother in the north, of
hundreds of years of solitude and oppression of passions
aroused and passions betrayed. Memory then, as Rao Basto
says in I the Supreme is "the stomach of the
soul" and when memory is awakened by imagination
then what we get is a novel of tremendous vitality: the
past interceding with the present in the linear
developments of the narrative and together looking at a
future that never seems to arrive and "if" it
arrives it's too late. And because the concept of time
for the Latin Americans is circular, their novels have
been described as a labyrinth, rather like the labyrinth
of life itself which has made it the most astounding
literature of our times.
Just how rich is this
literature is clear from the fact that the 'Latin
American Boom', as it has been called since the 60s,
shows no sings of a let-up. And in many ways begins to
remind one of the boom in Russian literature in the 19th
century because the central themes are the same:
"The duality of truth, the illusion of appearances
and the praise of folly."
Our old image of Latin
America as a jungle, of venomous animals and Amazon
Indians disappears before the astral world of low
temperatures, polar winds, an abrupt geology and
dangerous seas. Gabriel Garcia Marquez's style is simple
and direct. He introduces to us the utilisation of many
modern literary techniques, such as the manipulation of
temporal planes and "elliptical art" or
understatement, but in a subtle fashion, never losing the
realistic presentation of his material. It is his
clear-cut imagery and realistic descriptions that stand
out. According to Gerald Martin, "Garcia Marquez
reminds us that those who read stories read the story of
their own lives, and the consciousness of author,
character and reader slide into overlap again. He is such
a master of magic and mystery, his writing is so
consistently enjoyable, that one is tempted to forget
that to believe, even temporarily, in illusions is to
settle for a world that is undecipherable and
unknowable." Let's have a look at his Strange
Pilgrims: Twelve Stories set in contemporary Europe,
the Europe where he has lived. All stories are fabulous
and allegorical which they have to be, not because Latin
Americans, per se, are given more to fantasies but all
exiles whether they are exiled by the state or
they go in for voluntary exile are prone to them.
So when Garcia Marquez says in the prologue that the
theme common to all his stories is "the strange
things that happen to Latin Americans in Europe, the
"strangeness" is merely a metaphor for the
general human condition where the line between life and
imagination becomes very thin.
These stories are nothing
more than the fevered imaginings of the homeless caught
between two worlds, one dead, the other powerless to be
born because of the drag of memory. For instance, the
first story, perhaps the best and the longest, is titled
"Bon Voyage, Mr President." It is based in
Geneva where an aged Caribbean President is living a
meagre, down-and-out existence, "one more incognito
in a city of illustrious incognitos." He is happy
all the same because "the greatest victory in my
life has been having everyone forget me." But the
President is sick and needs an operation for which he
does not have the money. Two of his compatriots, a
working class couple, come to his help. They help to sell
his junk jewellery, and with some of their own savings
thrown in, pay for his medical bills and finally his
passage home. But the home to which the President goes is
"a continent conceived by the scum of the earth
without a moment of love: the children of abductions,
rapes, violations, infamous dealings, deceptions, the
union of enemies with enemies."
There are many ironies in
the story with a sub-text running through it. How is that
a selfish (and self-pitying) politician can still aspire
for a faith in people, when, by all common sense, they
should have nothing to do with him? Or, is this weakness
common to a people who live by the 'heart' and not by
'reason' and are, therefore, willing to forgive
everything when the prodigal son returns home? Garcia
Marquez leaves it to us to draw our conclusions but he
does seem to suggest that dreaming comes naturally to
Latin Americans in exile!
The other stories are
shorter in length, with varying emotional depth and
spiritual geography of a fictional Latin America, and
distinct from his novels which a critic has described as
"creating history out of the taught, overlapping
stories of his characters, lives, and conjuring myths out
of their troubled dreams." And probably because the
stories are set in Europe and not in his native Latin
America, where otherwise most of his works are set, they
lack that detailed sense of history, the visionary sense
of time and place and distinguish his strongest fiction.
Like all Garcia Marquez's writings, the opening paras of
his stories are marvellous. Gracefully written as these
stories are, there are many flashes of the old writer in
them. With his magic pen, that bridges the world of
reality and the world of dreams, he spins out of
"the perversities of uncertainty" in these
stories with his usual embroidery.
In his prologue, Garcia
Marquez says the effort involved in writing a short story
is as intense as beginning a novel, where,
"everything must be defined in the first paragraph:
structure, tone, style, rhythm, length and sometimes even
the personality of a character. All the rest is the
pleasure of writing." For him everything that
occurred in his childhood had a literary value, which he
started appreciating as he grew up, and decided that he
wanted to be only a writer, and that too "the best
writer in the world." And once he took to it,
writing became not only a necessity, but a sweet refuge,
the only place no one else can touch, a spot where he can
monitor and assimilate and understand the "wild
reality" of his chosen territory the
Caribbean, where most of his fictional work is set.
"Why set it anywhere else, when it offers
everything," asks Marquez. To give you some idea of
my feelings about the Caribbean, I can think of an
incident in my childhood, when the people in my village
were looking for the body of a drowned man. They took a
calabash, put a lighted candle in it and placed it on the
river. I remember the scene well. I was about seven then,
the candle was swept by the current from one bank to
another. Then it stopped at a certain spot and started
going round in circles. That was where the drowned man
was. The villagers dragged him out of the water like a
huge fish. I think that the Caribbean today is a bit like
the spot where the candle came to a halt after drifting
all over the place. To me the Caribbean offers
everything: indigenous peoples, blacks, Chinese, Arabs,
Europeans, Panama canal workers and so on...."
Yes, set in the Caribbean.
And epidemics. And death. All a very essential part of
his work. Says Marquez: "I've always thought about
death. Once I had a dream about a "festive" and
happy occasion I spent with friends: my own funeral.
Perhaps, a premonition. Some years ago, a day after I
finished my book Strange Pigrims: Twelve Stories,
all starting or ending with death, an X-Ray of my throax,
revealed a tumor, which was malignant, but hadn't spread.
The prognosis is good, or so the doctors say, but the
checkups even today remain terrifying they just
may find something else. Recently, I had an appointment
for a Wednesday. On Friday I was anxious. On Saturday I
thought I was going to die. On Sunday, I just couldn't
sleep. On Monday, the first thing I did was to advance
the appointment. As for epidemics, I've always loved
them. They combine the greatest tragedies with wild
revelry in the cemeteries. For instance, there's the
epidemic of oblivion in One Hundred Years of Solitude,
the plague in In Evil Hour, cholera in Love in
the Time of Cholera and various epidemics in The
General in the Labyrinth. What I should say to
myself is: no more epidemics. Only love. I can't get rid
of love it's the driving force behind my books, my
only argument, my only ideology. Love is the only
discourse in my books."
For Garcia Marquez,
professional discipline is very important and an
essential part of his life. According to him whether you
are a journalist or a fiction writer, you've to have
extraordinary discipline. And for that you have to
yourself take care of your health and well-being. As
Hemingway once said that writing is like boxing. To be a
good writer you have to be absolutely lucid at every
moment of writing, and in good health. Writing is a very
difficult job and you've to be excessively demanding on
yourself to do a job to your own satisfaction. I've been
a notorious perfectionist, agonising over every page that
I wrote without a single type or pencilled correction;
perfection not only of grammar, structure and language,
but also a perfection of intensity, which is just as
important. Ideally, I'd like to write a book in which the
suspense was kept up with each new line a book
readers would be unable to put down because they were so
keen to find out what was in store for them not in the
next chapter or paragraph, but in the next line."
His daily work schedule
too is lightly disciplined. His day starts at 5 am when
he starts performing the usual chores: brushing, shaving,
dressing something he detests the most as he
considers it as a great waste of time. "Every
morning I wish for some sort of a miracle drug, a tonic
that would instantly transport me to my desk." The
only thing he likes is his shower. As the hot water
streams down, he mulls over what he had written the day
before and waits for fresh revelations. Sometimes the
details arrive so quickly, he jumps out, hair sleek with
shampoo, and rushes to his desk. He works religiously
till two in the afternoon but only in familiar
surroundings where he has already been warmed up with his
work.
According to Garcia
Marquez, his "big problem is the first paragraph. At
times I have spent months on it, but once I get it, the
rest just comes out easily. In the first paragraph you
solve most of the problems the theme is defined,
the style, the tone. That's why writing a book of short
stories is much more difficult than writing a novel.
Every time, you write a short story, you have to begin
all over again. I write when I have a complete story in
my head, including the proper names of all the
characters. After that everything goes smoothly. These
are no blocks. When I get to the end and have my
narrative all wrapped up, I go on working on the text.
And, I'm careful to alternate: sometimes I work on the
rhythm, sometimes on the language. At the same time
there's the problem of the grammatical doubts I may
have."
Perhaps no other nation in
the world claims a single writer as its leading citizen
to the degree that Colombia does with Garcia Marquez. It
reveres the writing of "Gabo" a
nickname, implying an intimacy that is felt rather than
assumed who had done it proud. If, for the Colombians his
spreading fame through writing, and that too by writing
that emerged from origins that they could recognise, is a
matter of pride then for the Latin Americans, on the
whole, his universal acclaim is an affirmation of their
existence from the outside that they constantly feel they
lack. And for the world at large, Garcia Marquez
continues to excite and intrigue his readers with
literature that is bound to survive on the bookshelves as
great modern classics.
(Concluded)
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