Unit 5 Nirad C. Chaudhuri: Objectives
Unit 5 Nirad C. Chaudhuri: Objectives
Unit 5 Nirad C. Chaudhuri: Objectives
CHAUDHURI
Structure
Objectives
Introduction
The Autobiography of an Unknown Indian
Thy Hand, Great Anarch
Critical Opinion
Let Us Sum Up
Glossary
Questions
Suggested Reading
5.0 OBJECTIVES
5.1 INTRODUCTION
His first book, The Autobiography of an Unknown Indian (discussed in Section 5.2.
henceforth referred to as Unknown Indian) made him famous. He was deno~tnccdas
an Anglophile, but his mastery of English was admired. Unknown Indian is actually
not his first significant publication. "Defence of India or Nationalization of Indian
Army", a seventy-three page essay, was published in 1935 by the All India Congress
Committee, Allahabad. Naik has observed that "Two interesting features of this early
essay are the total absence from it of both his notorious anglophilia and his Hindu-
baiting. There is also not the slightest trace here of those preconceived theories and
prejudices about Hindu character and culture which gradually hardened into obstinate
dogmas as Chaudhuri grew older" (Naik, 1984, p. 106).
In 1955 he went abroad for the first time in his life. The British Council arranged for
him to visit England, where he spent five weeks at the invitation of the B.B.C. to
prepare some talks for its Overseas Service. The newspaper articles he mote absnt
his visit grew into his second book, A Passage to England, a very readable
travelogue. A Passage 60 England received good reviews la the Znglish press.
According to Yhushwant Singh, "Three editions were rapidly sold oilt and it had the
distinction of becoming the first book by an Indian author to have become a bestscller
in EnglandW(Dasgupta3 1). He has preconceived concepts of England Brawn from h ~ s
reading of English literature, and he is acutely conscious of the fkt that Ecgland is
very different from India. His happiness at seeing "a great many things that I had
long4 to see since my boyhood" makes this the most enjoyable of his books
In 1970 he moved to England, and started work on a biography of Max Miiiler. Just
as he had never gone back to Kishorganj after 1927, he never came back to India. and
settled down at the university town of Oxford. He was badly disappointed when hc
found that contemporary English society was very different from the picture he had
built up from his reading of literature. He could never accept a society which
produced hippies and glorified the Beatles, and this disenchantment is expressed in
his last book, Three Horsemen of the New Apocalypse. (The three "horsemen" are
individualism, nationalism and democracy, which he holds responsible for the
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decadence which has overtaken civilization). The University of Oxford honoured him Nirad C. Chaudhuri
with a D.%itt.in 1990. The Queen conferred the CBE on him. He was a Fellow of the
Royal Literary Society. He died in July 1998.
Chaudhuti's third book, The Continent of Circe :An Essay on the Peoples of
lndin(1966) provoked fierce controversy. He proposed the thesis that Hindus are
actually a race alien to India and are arrivals from Europe. Modern Hindus are
descended from the fair-haired, blue-eyed Aryans who inhabited the region between
the Volga and the Danubc. Circe was a sorceress in Greek mythology. Anyone who
dnnk from her cup was turned into a pig, and this was the fate of the companions of
Odysseus (Ulysses)in The Odyssey. India is a sorceress; due to the climatic
conditions;yeople who make it their home, in the course of time, become
dehumanized and turn into swine. The Continent of Circe reveals Chaudhuri's
detestation of India at its pathological extreme; the influence of this "Circe" has made
"insanity" and "inertia" the principal attributes of present Bay Hindus. He reveals a
perPectly "Onentalist" attitude to India (in the sense in which Said uses the term). He
glorifies ancient Vedic India, but finds nothing good in the present. His attempt to
trace a European lineage for himself (and all Hindus) has been called "an in5tance of
acute anglophilia" (Kaul, p.54). His later books of intellectual exposition, like the
Intellectual in India (1967) and To Live or Not to Live (1970) are slightly more
objective in their comments on India and Indians, though he consistently criticises
the anglicized Indian. His essays have appeared in journals like The Illustrated
Weekly of India md London Magazine. A collection, East is East and West is West,
edited by his son, was published in 1996,
In Thy Hand, Great Anarch, Chaudhuri says about his first book that, "In spite of its
title, the book was not truly an autobiography. It was a picture of the society in which
I was born and grew up." Chaudhuri is quite clear about his purpose in writing
llnknown Indian:
The story I ~vantto tell is the story of the struggle of a civilization with a
hostile environment, in which the destiny of the British Empire in India
became necessarily involved. My main intention is thus historical, and since
I have written the account with the utmost honesty and accuracy of which I
am capable, the intention in my mind has become mingled with the hope that
the book may be regarded as a contribution to contemporary history. (pix)
He states his target audience: "I have written this book with the conscious object of
reaching the English-speaking world" (pix). Perhaps this intended readership is
responsible for Chaudhuri always using similes from European art, liteiature and
history. Both the preface and the prefatory note to the first section are in the style
typical of the book: there are long, involved sentences, and a liberal sprinkling of
words from European languages. There are many situations where only the French or
Latin quotatiowuv'ould do. But Chaudhuri seems to use foreign phrases even if
English equivalents exist. The conpnon reader may not be fblly conversant with these
phrases, and pausing to find out the meaning provides a needless break in the reading
experience. Here are two sentences from the second paragraph of Unknown Indian:
Non-Fictional ease
"These recollections of mine are in no sense des memoires d'outre-tomhe. If
anyone so chooses he may call them memoires d'outre-Manche in a
figurative sense, in the sense that, retreating before the panzers of the cncmy
who has seized my past life, I have decided to put between him anu mc.
between apparent defeat and acceptance of defeat, a narrow but uncrossable
strip of salt water. (ix)
The dedication has been widely denounced, and Chaudhuri has been condemned as
unpatriotic. We should pay more attention to the aptness and the style of the
dedication, and consider how it expresses Chaudhuri's sensibility, before discussing
Chaudhuri's political stance. The dedication is natural, even inevitable, considering
Chaudhuri's warm feelings towards the British Empire. It also reveals Chaudhuri's
egoism -- he assumes that everyone has the same admiration for the Empire, for he
declares "Everyone of us threw out the challenge". It never strikes him that many
Indians did not want to be British, they preferred independence to citizenship. Thc
vast majority would not say, "Civic Britannicus Sum" (I am a British citizen). But a
careful reading shows that the first part of the dedication does not shower praise on
the British without reservations, Chaudhuri hints at British discrimination, whcn he
mentions subjecthood without citizenship, implying that W a n s were subjects to be
ruled (and perhaps exploited), but did not have the privileges and rights of a citizcn.
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reading for his M.A. examination was encyclopaedic and over ambitious. As he
candi ly admits, he "disliked and even despised examinations when they were not an
imme iate reality" (p.367). As a result, he dropped out after sitting for three papers.
and e third book of UnknownIndian ends with his failure in the academic field. But
he e a self-taught scholar. All the people who knew him vouch for his
ency lopaedic knowledge, and his biography of Max Miiller brings out his best
quali 'es as a scholar. Though he did not get his M.A. from Calcutta University,
Oxfo d University honoured him with a D.Litt. degree.
Book IV, "Into the World" is an essay on life in Bengal in the nineteen-twenties,
rather than an account of Chaudhuri's life after he left college. Like some of his later
books like the Continent of Circe, it reveals more about Chaudhuri's mindset than
about the topic discussed, because Chaudhuri chooses only the facts which support
his argument, neglecting large chunks of history. The concluding chapter, "An Essay
on the Course of Indian History" is fill of easy generalizations; he believes that
"Civilizations in the successive historical cycles in India are foreign importations"
(p.489). Each of the four books has a prefiitory note, in which Chaudhuri airs his
Chagdhuri is always very conscious of the fact that his knowledge of English and Nirad C. Chaudhuri
England is secondhand, yet he persists in describing things only in English
metaphors. Chapter I begins:
This acceptance of England and things English as the norm for judging India is, no
doubt, the effect of colonization. That all writers of Chaudhuri's generation need not
accept England as the standard is shown by the opening chapter of the novel
Kmthapura (published in 1938, long before Chaudhuri's book) by Raja Rao (b.1908).
Rao begins his wondehlly evocative description of the village without any reference
to English villages:
Our village -- 1 don't thlnk you have ever heard about it -- Kanthapura is its
name, and it is in the province of Kara.
High on the ghats is it, high up in the steep mountains that face the cool
Arabian seas, up the Malabar coast is it, up Mangalore and Puttur and many a
centre of cardamom and coffee, rice and sugarcane. . (Kanthnpura).
Kishorganj was only a normal specimen of its class -- one among a score of
collections of tin-and-mat huts or sheds, comprising courts, offices, schools,
shops and residential dwellings, which British administration had raised up in
the green and brown spaces of East Bengal @. 1).
One notices immediately that Chaudhuri's tone is quite detached - there is no sense
of closeness to his native village. The tone throughout tends to denigrate the village,
it is one "among a score", and he is dismissive of all the buildings, whether
"residential dwellings" or offices, schools or courts. From a height of five hundred
feet, the buildi~igswould have looked like "a patch of white and brown mushrooms."
The comparison with "mushrooms" has pejorative implications, with the suggestions
of unplanned, untidy, short-lived growth. There is no attempt to individualise the
buildings: surely, the court would not have been a hut or a shed, it would have had a
permanent brick building.
Everything was wet to the marrow of the bone. Neither we nor our clothes
were ever properly dry. When we were not slushy we were damp. The bark
of the trees became so sodden that it seemed we could tear it up in handfuls
like moss. (p.6)
Chaudhuri's style is usually prolix -- he does not believe in using the minimum
number of words. He uses many connecting phrases to link different paragraphs. An
example is the beginning of the second paragraph: "I shall presently have something
to say of the moral quality of our urban existence. But, to begin with, let me give
same idea of its physical aspect" (p. 1) The tone is somewhat formal, as in a document
where a table of contents precedes the matter. C.D.Narasirnhaiah labels his writing
"inane", and declares: "Now like an Accountant's English, now like a District
Surveyor's report or a village chronicler's, now like that of an ossified academic.
seldom what one has associated with an imaginative writer" (Narasimhaiah,
1990,p.92). He gives many k;uamples from the book:
One interesting feature Chaudhuri mentions about Durga Puja is that it is the occasion
for married daughters to visit their parental home. He is aware of the bond between
mother and daughter, and the loneliness of the mother after the girl is given away in
marriage. To indicate the mother's emotions, he cite a parallel from French literature:
"She kept thinking of her girl with an infatuation rivalling, if not surpassing, that of
Madame de Se~ignefor her cold and shrewish daughter" (p.70). The allusion reveals
Chaudhuri's wide reading, but does very little to describe this tender bond in a culture
where it was not permissible for the mother to visit or stay with her mamed daughter
in her new home. After the festivities end, the married daughters have to go back to
their husbands' homes. Chaudhuri has little sympathy for the ritual crying that gges
on. This is how he describes it:
Not only the mother and the daughter, not only the other women and girls of
the family, but also all the visiting neighbours joined in a chorus of snuffling.
The tradition was so well established that the newly-rnarried girl, whose only
thought was to get back to her husband-lover, and the matron, who felt ever
so worried to have been away from her well-ordered household, kept up the
wiping of the eyes until they were at least five miles beyond the parcntal
village.@.70)
The fourth book, "Into the World" is in'the same vein; it is a comment on Bengali
society. We have to turn to the second volume of his autobiography, Thy Hand, Great
Anarch! to learn about Chaudhuri's life after 1920.
"This book continues the story of my life and thoughts from the point of time at
which it was left in The Autobiography of an Unknown Indian, " writes Nirad C.
Chaudhuri in the opening sentence of Thy Hand. The earlier book gave an account
of his childhood and student days till 1921. This one takes the account till 1952.
Many autobiographies bring the account up to date, but this, written in 1987, fklls
short by 35 years. There were major changes in Chaudhuri's life after that. After
retirement from government service, he made a living by his writing. He visited
England, and wrote a bestseller about his experiences, A Passage to England. In his
seventies, he left India and settled down at Oxford. Chaudhuri started writing Thy
Hand Great Anarch in 1979, when he was eighty-one years old, and took six years to
complete it. He has not provided us with a sequel to it, so there is no autobiographical
account of the last forty-seven years of his life, of which 27 were spent in England.
He says that he has made a conscious effort to "write the,book on the same lines and
in the same spirit as its predecessor." He is quite successful in this -- there is
absolutely no differ~acein style or tone between the two volumes. The same self-
satisfied stance of wisdom, the complete lack of modesty, can be found in the second
book. In IJnknown Indian he boasts about his "capacity for exieriencing the emotion
of scholarship":
In-ThyItand, he talks about his wife, and how fortunate she is in having married such
an eminent pwson:
Even for my wife, I would say, it has been worthwhile, although I could,
without unfairness, be accused of showing no consideration for the inevitable
trials I was going to inflict on a young girl who had been brought up in
affluence. But she is now the wife of Nirad Chaudhuri, instead of being the
Non-FidionafProse nameless wife of a nameless official or professional, rotting in the low
prosperity of a suburban house near Calcutta. (Thy Hand, p.343)
Unknown Indian was very much coacerned with the British empire and its civilizing
mission in India. This book, which records the decline and end of British rule in
India, takes its title from lines by Alexander Pope which describe the reign of chaos
and disorder. The title page of the book bears the complete quotation from Alexander
Pope's poem The Dundad, Book 3:
The epigraph is in keeping with the tone ofthe book. When Britain withdrew h m
India, Chaudhuri felt an almost personal sense of loss. Thy Hand! Great Anurch is
almost a thousand pages long, and covers the years fiom 1921 to 1952. It hsrs ten
chapters, with a long epilogue:
Book I
X Victor-Victim 1945-1947
Book X Crossing the Bar 1947-1952.
Chaudhuri intersperses the narration of his personal life with a highly subjective
version of the historical events of the period. He takes free swipes at many figures of
the fkedom struggle, none of whom are alive to rebut him. According to him,
Gandhiji exuded benignity, but "his demands for money were made in the unabashed
manner of all Hindu holy men". GkauOhuri holds N e h responsible for the failure of
the Cripps mission, feels that Subhas Chandra Bose (whom d l Bengalis venerate as
Netaji, "the leader") was unmethodical, ineficient and suspicious, and considers
Sarojini Naidu "a victim of monumental egoism"'.The style, as usual, is almost
Victorian, with long involuted sentences. His wide =ding and scholarship (some
might call it pedantry) are quite evident, and his use of quotations in French, Latin
etc. seems to have increased. The first volume has a dedication in English with one
Latin phrase; Thy Hand has three epigraphs, of which only the one perta~n;n_e to thc
title is in English. As in the earlier volume, there are occasional flashes of wit. He
says that his fhther-in-law overlooked the fsct that he was not rich, and said that "he
was considering only the young man, and not his money. -That attitude has
unfortunately disappeared, and nowadays all fathers boast about marrying their Nirad C. Chaudhuri
daughters to salaries, and not to men" (p.346).
"The Gandhian Congress" (the first excerpt in your Reader)is from Chapter 2 of
Book VI, "1937-1939", while "My Credo" forms the concluding lines of Thy Hand.
Both are representative examples of Chaudhuri's prose style, with long sentences. To
illustrate his arguments, Chaudhuri uses erudite comparisons or anecdotes. Consider
his account of the difficulties they encountered in getting vegetables of his choice for
Mahatma Gandhi. Chaudhuri compares his host Sarat Chandra Bose's nephew with
an obscure figure from French history:
He wanted to rise to the occasion, and if he had failed to procure all the
vegetables regularly, I am sure he would have killed himself like Vatel, the
major domo of the Great Conde, who threw himself on his sword because,
when M le Prince was receiving Louis XIV at Chantilly, he found that only
two carts of sea fish had arrived instead of the forty he had ordered. (p.435)
This comparison may not work well because most readers would not know this
incident in the life of the French king. Similes from common life are much more
effective. Describing the men who surrounded Gandhiji, he compares these people
who "acquire secondary, derivative power" to a vine. Chaudhuri gives us the
common, as well as the scientific Latinized name, of the plant:
They climb upwards by twining themselves round the tree of power as I have seen the
Russian Vine (polygonum baldschuanum or Mile-a-Minute) doing on the trees they
can get to. (p.439)
But in many cases the abstruseness of the comparison completely invalidates it.
Consider the image that springs to Chaudhuri's mind when he wants to convey "the
extraordinary innocence and benignity" and the "beatific unworldly look" of
Mahatma Gandhi. He writes, "On the animal plane . . . Gandhi suggested the
primitive primate tarsier to me" (p.439). How many readers would have heard of a
tarsier, leave alone being familiar with its appearance?
Thy Hand, Great Anarch combines autobiography with history, politics and social
commentary. The Epilogue, "Credu ut Intelligam" (I believe in order to understand) is
full of quotations from European authorities. In its long apd difficult words, it is
typical of Chaudhuri's philosophical essays. (His last book, The Three Horsemen of
the New Apocalypse, is in the same style, and develops further the pessimistic view
he takes of the world). The "Credo" is liberally sprinkled with French and Latin
quotations. Chaudhuri admires Pascal, the French writer and theologian. The passage
beginning "Quelle chimere est-ce . . ." expresses the same ideas as Shakespeare's
"What a piece of work is man!" Pascal exclaims, "What an ephemeral thing is this
creature called man".He is a study in contradictions; he is a judge of all things, yet
has the vision of an earth worm, he is a repository of truth cloaked in error, the glory
and the garbage of the universe.
C Chaudhuri is not happy with the way Christian morality rejected the natural urges in
man. After quoting from the New Testament, he adds the comments of Pascal, who is
1 overcome by this vision of a world dominated by lust, "Unfortunate the accursed
earth that is burnt rather than watered by these three rivers of fire." In the same
paragraph, he discusses Latin, Greek and French versions of these three "rivers of
i fire": "the concupiscence of the body, the concupiscence of the eye, the
concupiscence of the world". Chaudhuri's reading of English literature is also
obvious; he refers to Gray's Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard and quotes the
lines "The world's great age begins anew . . ." from Shelley's poem Hellas.
Chaudhuri has always been inimical to the technological society, and it is not
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surprisingly h t he condemns Americans for their technological advancement. Filled
1 with overbearing pride, they forget that the laws of nature are supreme. Chaudhuri
-Fictional Prose expresses this in a witty manner: "they are so powerless against nature that even
though they can send a rocket past Nephne by obey~ngit, they cannot prevent ~t
from wrecking their homes through hurricanes." He says that Americans are the bcst
Homo faber "manufacturing man" and the worst Homo sapiens "thinking man'' Hc
ends with lines from a French poem recognizing the duality of man's exlstcnce.
People must have faith. The last line, "Peuples de la terrc, chantez" means, "Peoples
of the earth, sing!" Chaudhuri claims that he is doing just that, having faith In a
higher dispensation and continuing with his creative work.
Among all the critics, it is C.D.Narasimhaiah who has the poorest opinion of
Chaudhuri's autobiography. Hc finds absoluteiy nothing praiseworthy in it. He has
compared Nehru's aut~hiographywith Chaudhuri's, and believes that they
demonstrate "two kinds of Indim writing: one pulsating with human warmth. the
other abstract, ponderous and dully academic; one m m t for Indians, another for an
English-speaking world abroad (Narasimhaiah. i995, y.64). According to him,
"Chaudhuri's writing betrays an immaturity that one would not normally associate
with a person of his age" (p.65). Illustrating with quotations from Unknown Indtnn.
he condemns the "attitudinizing" and "looseness of thinking" of the book. and says
that Chaudhuri "misses no chance to magnify things that have any relation to him
whether it is the house he lived in, his mode of living, the fairs he visited, the
festivals he celebrated, the books and paintings he owned and admired and the tastes
he cultivated. Snobbery is writ large 011 every page" (p.67). Narasimhaiah challcngcs
Chaudhuri's admirers "to produce from the autobiography any well-remembered
chapter, section, or even a few pages of contlnuoils writing which can be called
distinguished prose" p.68). He points out that none of the people described are
memorable, "They are not individualized, or they have nothing of interest to other
human beings" (69). However, C.D.Narasimhaiah praises Chaudhuri's later work:
"Mr Chaudhuri has made ample amends for his poor and irresponsible writing by
contributing an excellent work of scholarship in his recent book on Max Muller.
Scholar Extraordinary" (p .TO).
Scholar Extraordinary seems to be the one book which has won the approval of
almost all the critics. Nissim Ezekiel gave it a very favourable review, sayinz:
His book is certainly a full and detailed portrait of the subject along with its
social and cultural background. I cannot imagine any criticism, hobkevcr
valid, of specific insights or even of the treatment in general undermining the
worth of this biography as a whole. Chaudhuri's admiration for Muller. which
he declares without ~~servations, leads him to defend lMiiller against all
detractors. But he defends persuasively, and always with a fair statemcnt of
their position. This means that at times one may disagree with
Chaudhuri and still not feel that he is unddy partisan. (Selected Prose. p 154)
The most common charge against Chaudhuri is that he is partisan; he has already
made up his mind which side he is on, and does not present alternative view points.
But this is not true in the case of his biography of Max Miiller. Perhaps because he
found the topic so appealing, or maybe the congenial environment of Oxford Nirad C. Chaudhuri
unrversity where he wrote it, make this the most scholarly and least polemical of his
works .
I suspect that it is not Chaudhuri the scholar who wrote these reckless
sentences but the other Chaudhuri, the man of tall prejudices, whose self-
pitying moralism taints so much of his intellectual output. I must add that this
other Chautlhuri is not conspicuous in the biography of Miiller. (p. 157)
Sudesh Mishra has written in detail about this interesting aspect of Chaudhuri's
writing, that there are two Chaudhuris, "Historical Witness and Pseudo-Historian".
"The former Chaudhuri operates largely as a chronicler recording incidents and
events to which he has borne personal witness" (p.8). The second Chaudhuri
"evaluates history biologically, psycho-culturally, racially, philosophically and
rdiosyncratically by postulating his personal dilemmas as representative of the Indian
people's collective predicament, and in particular of the Hindus" Up.7-8). His neutral
approach is evident in his descriptions of Kishorganj (Unknown Indian pp.27-28), or
the account of his mother's village (pp.93-95), while the pseudo-historian's approach
is evident in his comments about the debilitating effects of the Indian terrain and
climate (p.57, p.514). This thesis is developed fully in The Conhnent of Circe, which
shows his weakness as a historian. He tries to bend facts to suit his theory, and has no
qualms about leaving out any facts that do not fit his theory -- the Indus Valley
civilization and the Dravidian culture of South India are completely ignored.
C. Paul Verghese expresses the views of a majority of critics when he writes, "The
main weakness of The Contznent of C~rcestems from the fact that the pseudo-
sociologist in Chaudhuri conceived a theory about the Hindus and the aboriginals of
India and the historian in him started looking for facts and when he did not find them,
he depended on pseudo-history" (Verghese, 1973, p. 115). Verghese finds something
likeable in Chaudhuri's quality of holding convictions whole-heartedly, and feels that
in later works like To Lzve or Not to Live Chaudhuri "is sharing with us his mature
wisdom and knowledge of life." He concludes that self-contraaiction is Chaudhuri's
chief characteristic: "for Chaudhuri is an Indian who is anti-Indian, an Anglicized
Hindu who is critical of other Anglicized Hindus, an Indian writer in English who
sees no virtue in Indian novels in English, a historian who believes in objectivity, but
leans heavily on subjective dogmas, a radical nonconformist who supports the caste
system, and cow worship, . . ." (1 16).
Chaudhuri was intellectually active till the very end, and very proud of this fact. As
he writes in the preface to Three Horsemen of the New Apocalypse, his last book:
The very first thing I have to tell those who will be reading this book is that it
is being written by a man in his ninety-ninth year. I have never read or heard
of any author, however great or productive in his heyday, doing that.
He goes on to declare:
Mejokaka had admired an irnagimy Great Britain from afar and was
bitterly disappointed on actually experiencing life in Britain since the 1870's.
He then began to suffer from the illusion that the Britain of his dream must
have existed at some time in the past. He lives mentally in Jane Austen's age.
Hence his eccentricities, such as dressing up in period costume, which
embarrasses his relatives and is considered bizarre by the contemporary
British. He would doubtless have been happier to celebrate his hundredth
birthday in the year of the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria's reign than
on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of Indian independence. (The 1;irst
Hundred Years, p. 12)
Nirad C. Chaudhuri is one of the few Indian English writers who have used the
language for non-fictional purposes alone -- earlier writers like Vivekanand,
Mahatma Gandhi and Nehru have been orators, who made speeches because they
were social reformers and statesmen; later writers like Vikram Seth and Amitav
Ghosh have written fiction and poetry. Almost all of his ten books have received
critical attention and sometimes substantial praise. His biography of Mas Miiller won
the Sahitya Akademi Award, and has become the standard work. The Contrnent of
Circe won the Duff Cooper literary award. His life of Robert Clive is quite
provocative. We may not agree with his basic philosophy of preferring a dead empire
to the lively chaos of modern India, but his books cannot be ignored by any serious
student of Indian culture and literature.
5.6 GLOSSARY
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I 5.8 QUESTIONS
1. Do you agree with the view that Nirad C. Chaurlhuri is the greatest writer of
non-fictional prose in modem India?
There are two parts to this reading list; the first part lists works by Chaudhuri. You
must make a close study of the works marked with a double asterisk (**), so it is a
good idea to have a personal copy of The Autobiography of an Unknown Indian, it is
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Nm-k?&d Rose available in paperback. Read some of his other works also, especially those marked
by an asterisk (*). The second part contains secondary mterial, i.e. books and articlcs
about Chaudhuri and his works.
The East is East and West is West ed. Druva N,Ckadhuri. Calcutta: Mitra and
Ghosh Publishers, 1996.
Philip, David Scott. Perceiving India through the Works ofNird C. Chaudhun.
R K Narayan and VedMehta. New Delhi: Sterling, 1986. '1
Sinha, Tara. Nirad C. Chaudhuri: a Sociological and Stylistic Study of His Writings
During the Period 1951-1972. Patna: Janaki Prakashan, 1981.
6.0 OBJECTIVES
In this unit, we shall acquaint ourselves with the non-fictional prose written by two
members of the post-Independence generation of Indian writers, Vikfam Seth and
Amitav Ghosh, who are better know for their fiction.We shall critically examine
their travelogues: Seth's From Heaven lak and Ghosh's Dancing in Cambodin. a(
Lurge in Burma, by critically analysing excerpts from both these teas.