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Politics and literature are
intertwined in his work
By
Ashok Chopra
TODAY it has become a commonplace of
literary discourse to remind readers that novels are made
of words. In this respect there is no difference between
a political novel and any other novel. But to consider
the linguistic matrix in Grass is to think about words in
a rather special sense. In fact, the most ordinary words
may be put to extraordinary uses and that nullity is the
place where no centre holds, where all meanings are
possible and nothing true, where words are routinely
violated not in the spirit of play, but on behalf of
deception and terror.
In Gunter Grass's Danzig
there is a possibility to say one thing and mean another
without knowing that any meaning or intention has been
subverted. There it is usual to turn guilt into an
opportunity for the arousal and gratification of
collective desire. And there it is possible to adopt as
many father figures or brother figures as one likes, with
no thought of betrayal as a possibility to which one's
several attachments might lead. Language here permits one
to deny the significance of the experience in which one
is enwombed, and politics is the submission of fantasies
of power without thought of achievable objects or
consequences.
To immerse us in language
is, for Grass, to demonstrate the way in which thought
itself is subverted by its own means... The focus is not
on the language as such, but on the telling of tales,
remembering, misremembering. But it is the language that
now and again completes our attention and reminds us that
it is involved in all that Grass wishes to examine."
Politics has always meant
a lot to Grass, though he clearly maintains that politics
and politicking is not a legitimate aim of literature.
"I have always had to differentiate clearly in my
choice of means between novels, stories, novellas and
poetry on the one hand and speech making on the other. A
speech because it's a direct form of address, is also a
literary form. Treatise, essays and polemics are also
possible means of political expression."
Answering as to what is
the link between politics and literature and if great
politics leads to great literature, Grass says: "I
don't know. I can't judge that. It's certainly time that
the writers of my generation have achieved something
that's been more difficult for the following
generation... Perhaps it's because of the thematic burden
of German history and the impossibility of escaping from
their situation. They had to face up to it, they were
surrounded by their subject matter."
Exploring the difference
between national literature and world literature and if
such concepts are meaningful Grass says, "they're
justifiable and they do serve a purpose. For a long time
I used to hope that in midst of the problems we Germans
have in defining ourselves as a nation we might be wise
enough to go back to Herder's concept for the Kalturnation,
a modified version of this concept. Modified in the
sense that we would make room in it for other cultures,
the Turkish culture with which we've become familiar
through immigration, or the culture of Yugoslavia, for
instance, or of Bangladesh which is now coming our way.
In other words we have to define the concept of culture
in a broader scene, in politics as well. And we have to
reject the purely political concept of nation or the
purely political interpretation of the concept of nation.
For us this has always led to nothing but failure."
For any writer views,
ideas, concepts change over the years. When asked if
writing has the same significance, today as it had over
three decades ago when he was busy writing the Danzig
Trilogy, Grass had replied: "Well, let's say the
focus of the pleasure I derive from it has shifted. When
I was writing The Tin Drum or Dog Years I
felt as if I was under continual pressure to get it
finished in case I died prematurely. A feeling of panic
would set in over the long years of writing or I'd get
the feeling of missing out on life during the writing
process... The characters I had invented were forcing me
to my desk, forcing their lives on me. And then there was
also the curiosity about how the book would be received
when it was published. Now it is just the reverse
thanks to the fact that literary criticism has got itself
bogged down in many respects. Reaction to my books is not
that it could arouse my curiosity anymore. On the other
hand I have discovered that the best thing about writing
is the writing itself. And it remains that way even when
I am working or the third or fourth version, rearranging,
doing something new, with everything in a state of flux,
illustrations emerging and the whole thing developing
into a test of all my talents."
These views were expressed
by Gunter Grass way back in 1992 during the course of an
interview in Berlin, where he now lives partly, and
partly in a North German landscape which reminds him of
the wide, diked vistas of his writing and his youth. That
was the year of his book The Cries of the Toad which
was again set in Danzig. Talking about it Grass said:
"It's quite true that with this book I've returned
to that area. But apart from this, I've also, for the
first time, written a book which isn't principally
concerned with Danzig, with Gdansk playing a minor role,
but one which is set in modern-day Gdansk. It's now
without reason that the two main characters, both aged
60, first got to the cemetery, they meet on All Soul's
Day, visiting graves. In a cleared German graveyard they
stand before the grave of the Polish woman's parents,
though she actually belongs to a refugee family from
Vilnius in present-day Lithunia. And here they conceive
this very humane and, one hopes plausible idea of a
German-Lithunian graveyard society, though this later
becomes a German-Polish society because it doesn't work
out with Lithunia. I describe the failure of this idea
and the comedy of how it fails. But the relationship
between the two main characters, a German man and a
Polish woman continues: this is not a failure."
Between the Danzig
Trilogy and The Cries of a Toad, Grass
embroiled himself more directly in political actualities
with Local Anaesthetic and From the Diary of a
Snail. The former employs a course of dental
treatment as a metaphor for political activism and
protest. The cover illustration suggests that a small
pain (a figure held in a candle flame) may act as an
anaesthetic, or as a distraction from more serious
surgery; the question is raised whether one is justified
in burning a dog alive in Berlin as a protest against the
Vietnam war. The private and public spheres, the
contemporary and the historical, are neatly interwoven in
such a way as to relativise the act of protest, yet the
moralising tone suggests a refusal to take direct
political action seriously.
In From the Diary of a
Snail, Grass again mixed the personal with the
public, intercutting an account of his travels around
Germany to support the SPD (Social Democratic Party) on
the hustings with domestic debates within the Grass
family. It is all about the 1969 election campaign in
West Germany, which for the first time after World War II
brought the SPD to power and Wily Brand to the
chancellorship. It forms the background to this book. In
almost 100 election speeches, Grass campaigned for the
SPD against the Christian Democratic Union and its
Bavarian sister party, the Christian Social Union, and
the incumbent Chancellor of the West German Federal
Republic, Kurt Georg Kiesinger. The narrative is further
interpersed with an account of the experiences both of
Danzig Jews in general, and of a single Jewish character
who is saved from the Holocaust by being hidden in a
cellar.
In many ways it is the
most autobiographical of his novels. It balances the
astonishing history of the persecuted Danzig Jews with
the author's political campaigning with Brandt.
Underlying all is the snail, the central symbol that is
both a model and a parody of social progress, and a
mysterious metaphor for political reform.
According to Rushdie a
writer who understands the artificial nature of reality
is more or less obliged to enter the process of making
it. This is why Grass has so determinedly sought a public
role, why he has used his great fame as a novelist as a
platform from which to speak on the many issues which
concerned him. And since to argue about reality is to be
at once creative and political, it is not surprising that
when Grass writes about literature he finds himself
writing about politics, and when he discusses political
issues, the quirky perspectives of literature have a
habit of creeping in.
According to a literary
critic: "Grass is one of the master fabulists of our
age and perhaps its supreme dramatist of metaphor...
Actual-factual elements are fused with imagined, created
things, curt yet marvellously explosive observations: the
result is a difficult, dynamic book, like no other novel,
possibly not a novel at all, certainly an event in the
reader's life and possible in literature's history."
Yes, Grass's extraordinary
imagination, combined with a master craftsman's eye for
language and literary form, has repeatedly moulded
stunningly memorable works. Whether the dwarf drummer of The
Tin Drum, or a primeval talking fish in The
Flounder, or the thoughts of the female rat who
teaches us the history of the world from the rat
perspective, the results are fabulously inventive works
of fiction.
According to Salman
Rushdie, "there are books that open doors for their
readers, doors in the head, doors whose existence they
had not previously suspected. And then there are readers
who dream of becoming writers; they are searching for the
strangest door of all, scheming up ways to travel through
the page, to end up inside and also behind the writing,
to lurk between the lines while other readers, in their
turn, pick up books and begin to dream. For these Alices,
these would be migrants from the World of the Book, there
are (if they are lucky) books which give them permission
to travel, so to speak, permission to become the sort of
writers they have it in themselves to be. A passport is a
kind of a book. And my passports, the works that gave me
the permits I needed, (include) The Tin Drum. This
is what Grass's great novel said to me in drumbeats: Go
for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with
safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking.
Aim for the stars. Keep grinning. Be ruthless. Argue with
the world. And never forget that writing is as close as
we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things
childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams,
instants, phrases, parents, loves that go on
slipping, like sand, through our fingers. I have tried to
learn the lessons of the midget drummer. And one more,
which I got from that other immense work, Dog Years: when
you've done it once, start all over again and do it
better."
Yes, Grass is undoubtedly
one of the most significant writers of our time.
(To be
concluded)
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