Sunday, November 16, 2003 |
Pathetic strider’s five minutes of fame The Long Strider It takes two to tango. So one would believe about Dom Moraes and Saryu Srivatsa’s new literary partnership that sways rhythmically back into 17th century India and then swings forward into the present. Their one-step backward and one-step forward novel The Long Strider alternates between being a reconstruction of Thomas Coryate’s 5000-mile walk to the Indies from a hamlet in England and a travelogue about the authors’ own trips to the places this British eccentric lived in or passed through. As Moraes mentions in the preface, writing a book on Coryate’s travel to India had been his childhood desire. Ironically though, his dream took shape ages later when the prospect of death loomed large over him after being diagnosed for neck cancer. This book thus became a race against time, starting with a feverish search for sponsors and scholars who could lend some flesh to the skeletal material available on Coryate. The decision to have Srivatsa assist him in this prodigious task stemmed from a desire to lift the book beyond a biography, to correlate it with contemporary India. To offer, in Moraes’ words, a "comparison between India then and India now." Hence, while Moraes undertakes the reconstruction of Coryate’s walkathon—on the basis of the strider’s own writings, anecdotes furnished by historians, the memoirs of English envoy Thomas Roe, etc — Srivatsa keeps a diary of the authors’ travels on the strider’s trail. The narrative thus leaps back and forth in time to show the reader the India Coryate saw then and the India he would have seen today. As the raconteur’s lens zooms in on the 17th century English countryside, Coryate emerges from the shadows — of a stark, wintry evening as well as anonymity (in the eyes of a lay reader) — to stand out as an eccentric dwarf with long legs who vows to walk to the Indies, not for wealth but to gain immortality by becoming the "first man to write of those places." His desire to undertake such a perilous journey only gets reinforced by an urge to make an impression on the ravishing Lady Anne Harcourt . The shades of lunacy in Coryate, which lead him to lead life off the beaten track, figuratively and literally, are brought out through interesting anecdotes. Leaving his father’s corpse unburied in a cave for six weeks, delivering an impassioned speech scoffing at the Koran and Islam right outside a mosque in Multan—these and other incidents bring out the manic quality in Coryate. It is this very eccentric streak that made him undertake a hazardous 5000-mile walk through the lofty Hindukush mountains and the blazing Arabian desert to meet a disillusioned, illness-consumed end in the port city of Surat in Gujarat. |