Book Review
Title: Red
Poppies: An epic saga of old Tibet Author: Alai
Translated
from Chinese by Howard Goldblatt & Sylvia Li-chun Lin
Publisher:
Penguin, 2002
Pages:
416
“Yes,
all I wanted was to be a chieftain; I’d never given any serious thought to what
I wanted to do. So I tried hard to
imagine what I’d get by becoming a chieftain.
Silver? Women? Vast territory? Numerous servants? I had all those without even trying. Power?
Yes, power. But it wasn’t as if I
didn’t have any now. Besides, power
could get me only more silver, more women, vaster territory, and more
servants. Which was to say, being
chieftain didn’t mean much to me. But
strangely, I still wanted it.”
One
of the biggest paradoxes of human life is that a lot of effort is expended on a
lot of enterprises which really don’t make our life any better. We endure so many struggles and overcome so
many hurdles, pull down apparent rivals and prop up convenient collaborators,
sustain dreams and aspirations, nurture greed, jealousy and other normal human
vices... only to be mocked by the grave in the end?
Alai’s
novel, Red Poppies, makes us look at the
apparent absurdity of human activities through the eyes of the narrator who is
an “idiot” and the second son of Chieftain Maichi. It is the prerogative of the first son to
become the chieftain. But the idiot who
speaks the lines quoted above is a normal human being as far as aspirations are
concerned.
The idiot versus smart people
Smart
people, observes the idiot-narrator, are “like marmots up on the mountain,
always watchful, always jittery.” The
novel tells the story of some such smart people who lived in Tibet, especially
the eastern Tibet bordering China, during the period of 1930-1950. The story revolves round Chieftain Maichi,
his family and his subjects.
The
hierarchy followed in this part of Tibet is given by the narrator thus:
“Chieftain.
Beneath the chieftain are the
headmen.
The headmen control the serfs.
Then come the Kabas.... At the bottom
are the family slaves. In addition,
there is a class of people who can change their status any time they want. They are the monks, the artisans, the
shamans, and the performers. The
chieftain is more lenient with them...; all they need to avoid is making the
chieftain feel that he doesn’t know what to do with them.”
Chieftain
Maichi and his sons together conquer more and more wealth, people and land,
especially with the help of the money got from the sale of opium. They also manipulate the entire economy of
the region including the neighbourhood chieftains’ because opium has made them
filthy rich.
The major difference between the idiot and the smart people is that the former is aware of the futility of their pursuits while the latter are not. Another difference is that when the idiot does something smart, the smart people wonder whether he is really an idiot, and when the idiot does something idiotic they merely grin at his idiocy.
The major difference between the idiot and the smart people is that the former is aware of the futility of their pursuits while the latter are not. Another difference is that when the idiot does something smart, the smart people wonder whether he is really an idiot, and when the idiot does something idiotic they merely grin at his idiocy.
Greed and lust
Human
vices tend to imitate disasters and come in hordes. The chieftain and his sons are already
renowned for their libido. They can have
any number of women in their bed at any time.
The male offspring are allowed to have a private maid even before they
attain sexual maturity. The maid will
initiate them into the sensual delights.
The novel reeks of sperm and wine
except when the stench is substituted for a change with the smell of blood shed
for ascertaining the hegemony of the chieftain. Their libido will import syphilis which will
be followed by a greater disaster, a political one.
Religion
has no place here except for helping the chieftain to ascertain his
hegemony. The monk who comes to teach a
higher form of Buddhism has his tongue cut off – not once but twice: once for
displeasing the chieftain and the next time for displeasing the chieftain’s
son, the future chieftain. The
tongueless chieftain is appointed the historian whose job now is to fabricate a
history that will flatter the chieftain and his family.
History
means learning about today and tomorrow from yesterday, tells the tongueless
historian. But the chieftain is not “smart”
enough to learn the necessary lesson.
His land and his life itself will soon be claimed by the march of the
Red Army from China.
Red Poppies
is an eminently readable, brilliant novel, suffused with sparkling wit and
humour. It is not just the tale of the “old”
Tibet; it is a metaphor for the rise and fall of any regime or social structure
in general.
Haven't picked this up yet.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the review.
Go for it, it's rewarding in many ways.
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ReplyDeleteSounds like a worthy read . Jotting the title down . You have reviewed the book highlighting the pulp of the story vividly . Thank you for that :)
ReplyDeleteIt is both story and history. Tibet has always fascinated me. But the Tibet shown by this novel is entirely different from the one I knew earlier.
DeleteI'm always wary of buying translated work because you never know how good the translation is. But, having said that, I've been lucky to find some great writings that have been translated. This looks quite interesting and I shall give it a go.
ReplyDeleteI think this book won't disappoint you. After all there are two translators at work here, one each from each language.
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