Gun Island

A review by Ketaki Dutt-Paul

The expectations from a Jnanpeeth award winner will always be high. The expectation from Amitav Ghosh who is the award winner will always be that much higher. Gun Island is the latest from him and yet …he fails to past muster.

I feel guilty in saying that because in my opinion if there is any who can claim the position of the best contemporary story teller in the world, it is he. The author’s literary prowess, his brilliant lyrical linguist’s skill, his visionary imagery painted with words is what went towards the Jnanpeeth award. He has brought visions of Bengal to the fore and he has brought the battle of the discovery of the medicines to kill mosquitoes to our minds, the walk on the wild side of Myanmar or the dancing in Cambodia to those of us who barely awakened to the world that exists in the East; is undeniably Amitav Ghosh’s. And he has brought us the pain of the immigrant in land fringed by the blue seas and the bluest of blue skies of Mauritius.

It is Amitav Ghosh who brought us the Sunderbans in The Hungry Tide this is the world which not many were aware of before he wrote about it. He reintroduces some of the characters who appear in Gun Island, for instance, Piya who is as close to being a narrator/protagonist as the author permits any of his carefully painted characters to occupy in the plethora of characters that peopled his books. Crowded as the Sunderbans are the characters who pepper the books, competing with the Gangetic river dolphins, the author delineates as marvelously as he always does.

Gun Island is like the ‘Satyanarayan Katha’ that many of the readers from Bengal are familiar with in the simple moralistic legends of the Puja recited by a priest at home. It is the story of the ship wrecked captain, the riches to rags tale of the cursed one, the immigrant’s tale of the modern refugee whose destinies are daily reminders of Lennon’s of the impossibility of ‘Imagine’. The world of symbolism, socio anthropology is vividly captured by the author through the mystical eye of the snake who arches overhead of the local myth of the one eyed Manasa, the goddess of snakes. The vengeful goddess who can kill at will or revive at grudging pace that those who live in the Sunderbans are familiar with and is breathed into life, by the author.

The Gun Island is like an epic poem with many separate tales from Sunderbans, Kolkata, USA, and Italy. Relying on magic realism the author uses symbols and raw images to pull the widely divergent threads into the weft and the warp of one ropey strand. It is very contemporary, yet it is the antiquated world of the folk tale. It is about the Gangetic dolphins in a climate changed world. It is about the devastating fires and floods that pursue the protagonist like howling muses. And it is about the raw lives of the refugees.

And there lies the problem. Amitav Ghosh weaves magic, when he does not have an agenda. In this book too, the magic is so evident till approximately half of the story. The life threatening cyclones of the Sunderbans, the crazed and crazy paths of the climatically threatened Gangetic dolphins is what is faced by Deen, the antique book dealer from Brooklyn who is precariously perched by the author in the choppy seas of Sunderbans and the wild vegetation of the Sunderbans leading to the shrine to the goddess Manasa and her pet cobra. Enter the indomitably angst filled refugee son of the boatman who had lost his life in saving Piya in the Hungry Tide – Tipu who is the angst filled confused teenager who is tied to his native land like the very drops of the poison that the cobra which haunts his living hours and nightmare nights; coursing through his veins. And it is Deen too who inherits this tie to the soil, like the kindred soul Tipu.

This journey in the Sunderbans is as delirious as the discovery of Ma Manasa’s tale known to few and on the way to be forgotten. The author revives the tale not as a tale of the Unknown and Magnificently Awesome magic realism but as the story that can be lived. Only if you dare to sneak a peek through the half shuttered windows to a forgotten world. Of course it is Deen who sells old books or tomes of the long forgotten who should get sucked into the Sunderbans and its magic reality, its old tales of gods and goddesses and snakes and dolphins.

This is when the author seems to have lost his way. There is far too much information and the author loses his way with Chand Saudagar’s devastation at sea, the snake bite from Ma Manasa’s pet snake, although the Behula-Lakhinder legend falls by the wayside. He is obsessed by the snake, somewhere at the back of his mind there seems to be the Biblical evil snake that pervades his every waking moment or even when Deen loses his consciousness watching the snake of death fall on his plane. But by this time the unfamiliar madness had overtaken Ghosh’s oeuvre and mythical tales, symbols, etymology and really confusing tales that begin and never end had entered the book in baffling sequence. By the time the apocalyptic climatic condition of the world had swept from the red skied fires of California, USA to floods in Venice however adoring a reader you may be of Amitav Ghosh, he fails you here.

So tragic a tale though this may be, it is no small tragedy that Amitav Ghosh fails you, his adoring fan, with Gun Island.

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