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the year ended with the Indo-Pak peace process in tatters, the
book I’ve been urging my friends to read is Basharat Peer’s
moving and evocative Curfewed Night – part memoir, part
reportage of life in Kashmir from the ’80s until 2005.
Peer describes an idyllic childhood in a Kashmiri village, which
is shattered in January 1990 when Indian troops open fire on
pro-independence Kashmiri protestors. The fervour for azadi
leads Peer and his friends to attempt to join the militants
crossing into training camps across the border. He writes about
this in a way that illuminates the atmosphere of a moment that
can make young boys decide that their future lies with the gun.
It is only the intervention of his family that changes the course
of his life towards education and the written word instead.
The
older Basharat Peer, a student and, later, journalist in New
Delhi, is struck by the absence of good literature about Kashmir
– with the sole exception of the poet Agha Shahid Ali
– and determines to return to Kashmir in order to chronicle
the lives of those who didn’t have his chance of escape:
the boys who joined the militants, the mothers whose sons never
came home, and all the other Kashmiris whose lives, in one way
or the other, have been caught up in the violence. He talks
also of the pundits who had to leave, of the militant who tried
to kill his own father and of all those militants who laid down
their arms. In doing this, he takes Kashmir out of the realm
of rhetoric and politics in which it languishes too often in
Pakistan, and returns its stories to the people of Kashmir themselves.
It should be required reading for everyone on both sides of
the Indo-Pak border.
The
work of telling stories about the world’s most troubled
locations is not, of course, the provenance of non-fiction writers
alone, as Nadeem Aslam shows in his extraordinary new novel
The Wasted Vigil. Set in Afghanistan, it follows the lives of
a cast of characters – Russian, English, American and
Afghan – from the time of the Soviet invasion right up
to the American invasion. Aslam has the rare ability to look
unflinchingly at the worst excesses of history without ever
allowing beauty and love to stray out of the field of his vision.
He employs a particularly challenging third person perspective
which burrows into the minds of each of his characters and allows
you to see the world through each pair of eyes – revealing
their conflicting certainties as well as, in the most unlikely
situations, their common humanity. Structurally complex, emotionally
gripping and, by the end, heart-thumpingly page-turning, this
is an exceptional novel by one of the finest contemporary novelists.
If Peer and Aslam tell us about the places just across the line
(Durand and Line-of-Control) from Pakistan, it falls to an Englishwoman
to tell stories of our own nation, many of which were unknown
to me. Alice Albinia’s Empire of the Indus is a wonderful
account of the author’s travels up the Indus River. Gloriously
disregarding the received wisdom which says it’s unsafe
for women – let alone foreign women – to travel
unaccompanied through the country, Albinia finds hospitality
all along the Indus and its tributaries (in Afghanistan and
Tibet, as well as Pakistan). She also finds a twofold tragedy:
the environmental ravages that are destroying the great river,
and the sharp narrowing of beliefs and opinions that is laying
waste to the rich religio-cultural heritage of the lands through
which she travels.
There
is, of course, a clear transition from the narrowing of beliefs
to the Zia years. This brings us to perhaps the most joyfully
celebrated book in Pakistan, in this or any other year: Mohammed
Hanif’s A Case of Exploding Mangoes. One of my friends
described reading it as “a little touch of revenge for
all that the nation endured in those eleven years.” It’s
funny, biting, tragic, angry but perhaps most strikingly of
all, extremely suspenseful – even though we all know exactly
how it’s going to end.
There
were, of course, wonderful books this year which had nothing
to do with Pakistan and its neighbours. A few that come to mind
are Helen Garner’s The Spare Room, a moving and often
funny story of a woman whose old friend comes to stay while
undergoing ‘alternative therapies’ to combat cancer;
Ali Smith’s short story collection The First Person and
Other Stories, full of wit, wisdom and heartbreak; Michel Faber’s
The Fire Gospel, which tells the story of an archaeologist who
discovers an Aramaic scroll written by a man who was present
at the Crucifixion and the consequences that occur when he publishes
the contents of the scroll.
There
must be more, but much of my reading this year was taken up
by the inaugural Australia-Asia Literary Award, for books published
in 2007. The winner was David Malouf for his Collected Stories,
which I can’t praise enough – if the whole tome
is hard to come by, try his short story collection Every Move
You Make.
The
year ahead promises plenty of delights, including Aamer Hussein’s
novella Another Golmohar Tree, and Daniyal Mueenuddin’s
debut short story collection In Other Rooms, Other Worlds. Both
are stunning works, adding to the rapidly burgeoning oeuvre
of Pakistani fiction in English.
Kamila
Shamsie’s new novel Burnt Shadows will be published in
ebruary 2009.
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