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495 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1968
In India nothing is self-evident
She thought: You are, yes, our dark side, the arcane side. You reveal something that is sad about us, as if out here we had built a mansion without doors and windows, with no way in and no way out. All India lies on our doorstep and cannot enter to warm us or be warmed.
some British in India seem preserved by some sort of perpetual Edwardian sunlight that got trapped between the Indian Ocean & the Arabian Sea round about the turn of the century. The empire's crown jewel (India) is composed of English people who have said no to England.Another of the primary characters, Ronald Merrick, is a British policeman who never had much of an opportunity in England but who quickly develops a sense of superiority to the Indians he confronts and most importantly to Hari Kumar, a much better-educated & more genteel Indian with rather deep British roots & whose relationship with a British woman causes rage in Merrick. An extreme tension develops between a rather traditional, upper class British soldier & regiment leader who sees great potential for the Indians he has trained, the so-called "Muzzy guides" & Merrick, whose views are that Indians will always be a subject people with minimal potential. Merrick feels that he is the "true professional" while Teddy Bingham is an amateur & a "privileged dilettante".
I see a man in love with legends, a way of life, all those things that distinguish people like us from his own kind. I don't understand the distinction he makes between what he calls an amateur & what he calls a professional but feel it's a distinction he has made to heal a wound. After all, there are only people, tasks, myths & truth. And truth is a fire few of us get scorched by. Perhaps it's an imaginary flame & can't be made by rubbing two sticks together.Indeed, there are many examples of fire within The Day of the Scorpion beyond the legend of the scorpion who is said to sting itself to death when surrounded by a fire it senses will ultimately consume it. While reading the novel, I wondered if a reader might react differently to the story if he or she has experienced India, even an India drastically different today than under the Union Jack & after the 1947 partition. Personally, while some reckon that India is a place defined by disease, dirt & destitution, I found India a rather wondrous place, a formidable country that is both very compelling & at times quite exhausting. What I think Paul Scott captures so well is the sense of an India on the verge of great change, a transformation that will change the lives of everyone living on the subcontinent. Here is a last bit of dialogue between a father & son with different concepts of India:
Ahmed hesitated. The game had gone wrong but his father had always played it honorably. No doubt he would do so till the end. What was sad was that his father was not looking for a country for himself but for his sons, and they could never inhabit it because a country was a state of mind & a man could properly exist only in his own. His mind was not clear enough to penetrate the shadows of other men's beliefs. The bizarre notion struck him that if only there was a mirror in the room, he would take it down from the wall, put it on the table & say: "There's the India you are looking for." On the table was an old school cap & Ahmed put it on his father's head, giving it a jaunty tilt. His father's hands touched his, seeking to impose an adjustment. "No, straight", he said. "And firm!" His father also muttered something which Ahmed only partly heard but outside on the veranda, it came to him, "Straight & firm", his father had said, "like a crown of thorns".Whether one has visited India, longs to do so one day or has little desire to experience the Indian subcontinent, Paul Scott's The Day of the Scorpion is a skillfully written work, one that can stand quite apart from the other 3 volumes of the author's India-set literary quartet that begins with The Jewell in the Crown. I also enjoyed reading an insightful biography by Hillary Spurling, Paul Scott: A Life of the Author of the Raj Quartet. Not long before the author died, he was awarded the Booker Prize for his final novel, Staying On, gathering literary distinction that had eluded the author for so very long.