This book, as the name suggests, is a series of writings from R K Narayan’s journal. It is about his first visit to the United States on an invitation by the Rockefeller Foundation. He stayed around 9 months in the country, starting and ending in New York, but also traveling across the country to places such as Chicago, California, and New Mexico. It is non-fiction, obviously, and highlights his encounters with various luminaries in the literature, academic and film-making fields, as well as among the Indian expatriate circles. Narayan also has several experiences with ordinary American citizens, many of whom (in the year 1956) are fascinated with the idea of India – the mysticism, Jawaharlal Nehru and so on.
This was a very difficult book to read. The book seems to have been pulled from the diary without much editing. I mean that literally without hyperbole. A couple of quick giveaways are the tense usage (swinging wildly from present to past to past participle) and the fragment sentences. I didn’t mind that, but there seems to have been no effort to cut out the extraneous and focus on experiences that give the overall book a direction and meaning. Instead, we have a series of disjointed events, some of which are very tedious. For example, there is an encounter between Narayan and a couple of men at a station who apparently were intent on extorting money out of him, but reluctant to use force. It seemed totally unbelievable (as is sometimes with real events) and worth leaving out of the book.
The other problem is that Narayan made this trip at the age of 50 and, unlike some younger version who might have been more accepting and open towards a different culture and people, there is a weird cynicism in his attitude towards everything that happens. I guess there must have been a significant culture shock, but instead of expressing that, Narayan takes the tack of lightly mocking almost everyone in the book. I am reminded of back-benchers in my school days who would make fun of teachers (while they were not around). They would notice something that most of the other students missed and then use that to ridicule them. In this book, Narayan manages to observe some flaw in most people he interacts with, except for those who seem to have been extremely courteous to him.
The book can be interesting, if we ignore Narayan’s viewpoint. We see many Americans very interested in knowing more about India, and many of the encounters where Narayan had were positive. 1956 was a very different world. India was a newly independent country and had recently become a democratic republic with its own constitution with a charismatic Prime Minister. There must have been high hopes for India’s future and for many Americans, India must have seemed like a strong friend and possible ally. Of course, as we know, the next few decades would change those hopes in many ways (India’s stagnant economy and its non-alignment strategy coupled with friendship towards the Soviet Union). But in 1956, much of that was in the future.
A short portion that struck me was Narayan’s experience in a bus to Nashville that was segregated by color (remember, this was prior to the passage of the federal Civil Rights Laws). He tells the story of a white couple who were unable to get seats in the “white” section, but who decided to suffer for the complete journey than sit in a vacant seat next to Narayan in the “colored” portion of the bus. What is it about bigotry and racism that prevents people from even looking at their own advantage? So again, it was a different world and in this case, a much worse one.
So yes, some interesting portions and a blast from the past. The book could have been much better if Narayan had taken a more high-level view of events instead of getting into the weeds.