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Moving along the uncertain
surface of the world
By Ashok
Chopra
TIME and events have enriched the
ironies that Vaclav Havels writings contain. Wit,
humour and intellectual exuberance are as engaging as
ever. His political autobiography Disturbing the Peace
coupled with his letters to Olga "leaves no room
for controversy about Havels place in the moral
pantheon of our century." The two volumes offer a
real inside into Havel the writer, the essayist and
playwright for he reflects on literature, art, society
and much else.
First, Disturbing the
Peace which is part political philosophy, part
history, part aesthetics, and finds its unity in the
personal qualities that catapulted a lonely dissenter,
ostracised as an enemy of the people, into prominence as
the reluctant President of is country: modesty,
tolerance, inner grace, courage, discriminating
intelligence and, above all, strength of principle. In it
he talks very little of himself. In and out of Czech
prisons about which he says virtually nothing except when
he talks about "the obvious and hidden mechanisms of
totality..." of the state juggernaut and how it
tries to become the engineer of human souls. Having gone
through it all he should know, how the mechanisms of the
state tries to control the mind (and memory, and
therefore history, too) and how writers get marginalised
or simply run away abroad. The key debate is between
himself (who stayed put in Czechoslovakia despite state
repression and opportunities of going abroad) and Milan
Kundera (who couldnt take it and went away to
Paris).
Kundera raises the basic
question about the capacity of the writer to influence
political change through civic action. Looking back into
Czech literary history all the way down from Tomas
Masaryk through Joseph Kapek and down to contemporary
Czech writers like Joseph Skorvecky, Ivan Klima and so
many others, Kunderas question goes to the heart of
the matter. Literature was a lost cause in a world full
of Kitsch and consumerism and therefore why write when
nobody wants to read anymore. Havel concludes, but
typical of his generosity (can you be really generous
without having spent seasons in hell?) he believes that
the writer must live in truth even if it means
incarceration and ridicule. Like all European writers,
Havel talks about "the mysterious ambiguity of human
behaviour in totalitarian conditions", and how even
the worm turns when the time comes.
For Havel, then, the most
important thing for a writer or for that matter any
artist is to take risks, to be the expressions of
discontent. Total honesty or Living in Truth was
all that was of importance and this quality had to be
supported, even when it came from pop music and jazz. So,
for Havel, John Lennon and the Rolling Stones were among
the great figures of the twentieth century.
Not being just one of the
crowd is the key to Havels protest because it is
the crowd or totality that is becoming the "assault
on life itself, on the very essence of human freedom and
dignity." Havels sense of crises is global
"because totality was spreading its tentacles
throughout the world" from consumption to
repression, from advertising to manipulation through
television. To combat this totality and to resist it was
the artists main function today and the function
could only be performed through old-fashioned values of
honesty and by being "as radical as reality
itself" or by describing a situation so truthful
that the reader can no longer evade it.
Is there a way out of the
crowd? For Havel, it is the Theatre of the Absurd. But
unlike Beckett, Ionesco Jean Genet, the absurd is the
political and philosophical concept as much as an
aesthetic one. Illusionistic theatre is a hoax, and
escape from contemporary reality, what theatre should do
is not to be positive or instructive, soothing or
explanatory but to show up reality in all its stark
nakedness or simply as The Truth. Says Havel:
"Personally, I think, theatre of the absurd is the
most significant theatrical phenomenon of the twentieth
century, because it depicts modern humanity in a
state of crisis, as it were. That is, it
shows that man having lost his fundamental metaphysical
certainty, the experience of the absolute, his
relationship to eternity, the sensation of meaning
in other words having lost the ground under his feet.
"This is a man for
whom everything is coming apart, whose world is
collapsing, who senses that he has irrevocably lost
something but is unable to admit this to himself and
therefore hides in vain. He waits, unable to understand
that he is waiting in vain: Waiting for Godot. He
is plagued by the need to communicate the main thing, but
he has nothing to communicate: Ionescos The
Chairs. He seeks a firm point in recollection, not
knowing that there is nothing to recollect:
Becketts Happy Days. He lies to himself and
those around him by saying hes going somewhere to
find something that will give back his identity:
Pinters The Caretaker. He thinks he knows,
those closest to him and himself, and it turns out that
he doesnt know anyone: Pinters The
Homecoming. These plays are often inspired by quite
trivial, everyday situations, such as a visit to friends:
Ionescos The Balk Soprano, The Lesson.
"These are not scenes
from life but theatrical images of the basic modalities
of humanity in a state of collapse", says Havel.
"There is no philosophising in these plays as there
is in Sartre for example. In their meaning, however, they
are always philosophical. They cannot be taken literally;
they illustrate nothing.... They tend to be decadently
joking in tone. They know the phenomenon of ruthless
embarrassment.... They can be seen as outright comedies.
The plays are not nihilistic. They are merely a warning.
In a very shocking way, they throw us into the question
of meaning by manifesting its absence. Theatre of the
Absurd does not offer us consolation or hope. It merely
reminds us of how we are living: without hope. And that
is the essence of its warning. Absurd theatre is not here
to explain how things are. It does not have the kind of
arrogance; it leaves the instructing to Brecht. The
absurd playwright does not have the key to anything. He
does not consider himself any better informed or any more
aware than his audience. He sees his role in giving form
to something we all suffer from, and in reminding us, in
suggestive ways, of the mystery before which we all stand
equally helpless."
The Russian master Anton
Chekov once said that writers must occupy themselves with
politics, only in order to put up a defence against
politics. Probably this was never more true than today
but given the significance of the individual in a mass,
consumerist society, could literature be the
countervailing force against the inequities of
contemporary politics? If it doesnt, what should
the writers role be today? Very simple according to
Havel:"to tell the truth.... to act as an outsider
and irritant, chief doubters of systems, of power and its
incantations. "For Havel, "values, too are
facts" and therefore, even at the point of
"being ridiculous... of ruthless embarrassment"
the writer must speak out because that was the only hope
of rescuing man from a further slide down the slippery
scope to nowhere.
In 1979, after several
years of harassment, detentions and surveillance Havel
was sentenced to a four-and-a-half years of hard labour.
In prison he was allowed to write to his former wife
Olga, once a week. Olga died last year. He used the
opportunity to express his profound reflections on
theatre, society and philosophy. In fact, the letters
cover both life and death and everything in between. The
result is a marvellous book Letters to Olga.
What makes it particularly
compelling is the incidental detail of prison life
the elaborate rituals that surround the drinking of tea,
toasting the New Year in with a foaming glass of soluble
aspirin and the intense personal detail of his
relationship with his wife: As a present, he makes her a
piece of jewellery out of dried bread. Above all, the
book is a self-portrait of the writer. There is Havel
setting himself tasks for his years in prison: "...
Three. To write at least four plays. Four. To improve my
English. Five. To learn German at least as well as I
currently know English. Six. To study all of the Bible
thoroughly..." There is Havel fretting about his
health, about his friends outside. And regularly
resounding through it all, is his determination to remain
a writer, though he is allowed only four pages a week and
each word he chooses can endanger the whole work.
Havels prison
letters are unlike anything else he has ever written.
They were not, as most of his other non theatrical
writing has been intended to stir up discussion around a
specific cultural and political situation. A critic once
suggested that the letters might also be read as a novel
of "character or destiny". The hero starts out
on a quest, determined to withstand any test fate puts in
his way. But he soon discovers that the reality is worse
and different, than he had imagined and the nature of the
quest undergoes a subtle change.
He masters the mysteries
of this strange way of writing and transcends the
physical difficulties that go with it only to find
himself locked in an even more primordial struggle: He
must discover the meaning of his life and match it from
the jaws of nothingness. His existence, his very being
depend on it. Havels letters climax in a dramatic
spiral of pure thought mingled with an experience of
almost religious intensity. Lets have a look at
what Havel has to write about his release from jail:
"One evening, which I
shall never forget, just as I was getting ready to go to
sleep, into my cell there suddenly stepped several
guards, a doctor and a woman official of some kind, who
informed that the District Court of Prague 4 was
terminating my sentence. I was flabbergasted and asked
them if I could spend one more night in prison. They said
it was out of the question because I was now a civilian.
I asked them what I was supposed to do now, in my
pajamas? An ambulance was waiting to take me to a
civilian hospital, they said. (I was running very high
fever since few days). It was a shock to hear the doctor
suddenly calling me Mr Havel instead of just
Havel. I hadnt heard myself addressed that way in
years... Released from the burden of prison but not yet
encumbered by the burden of freedom, I lived like a
king... The world beginning with loved once and
friends and ending with doctors, nurses had fellow
patients showed me its kindest face. I had no
responsibilities, only rights. I was no longer in prison,
and at the same time, I did not yet know the post prison
depression suffered by a returnee who is suddenly cast
loose into the absurd terrain of freedom. But the
beautiful dream had to end. The day came when I had to
step back into the world as it really was... and
Ive been moving along its uncertain surface ever
since."
Havel has experienced
society from the bottom up which in turn has been
the most valuable bit of education for which he is always
grateful both to his bourgeois ancestry as well as to the
regime... for he was always in favour of socialism in the
sense of nationalisation of major means of production.
(To be concluded: The
first part of this article was published last week.)
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