M.G. Vassanji is
a great Canadian novelist whose riveting stories transcend the passage
of both time and place. In his new book, he moves effortlessly from
thirteenth-century India to the cultural revolution of Harvard University
in the sixties and then to the placid and peaceful Canadian landscape
of the eighties. His fiction provides readers with a synopsis of political
issues that appear calm on the surface while provoking thoughtful analysis
of their turbulent and hazardous depths by taking into account the historical
hues in which they are bound. He continues with a similar trajectory
in The Assassin's Song, which is ostensibly about Muslims living and
thriving in the Hindu province of Gujarat, co-habiting in harmony by
sharing the miracles of their shrine with seekers of all faiths. A novel
concept indeed, writing about religion and intolerance, given the divisive
times of the twenty-first century.
Vassanji wilily
writes about things that can induce snap judgments, given current attitudes
towards Muslim political terrorists. While they are currently the most
reviled objects of our derision, his subtle, complex story compels cooler
heads to prevail, forcing readers to make our own judgments, regardless
of spontaneous reactions on Islam and terrorism. There is a forgiving
compassion in his curiosity about human foibles, coaxing the reader
into a story that focuses on universal family conflicts. He dares to
leave controversial questions unanswered. His work is quietly charged
with unbearable sadness about the human condition and the choices we
sometimes make based on ideology.
It would have
been simple for Vassanji to write The Assassin's Song as a straightforward
tale of religious fundamentalism and hatred for other cultures, but
he refrains. His narrative instead centres on the fatal collision between
two brothers, Karsan, the Harvard educated secular, and Mansoor, the
radical convert whose zeal and disdain is easily exploited and manipulated
by others. Vassanji's story and its historical backdrop are complex,
and he is too political a writer to be satisfied with cliche.
Instead, he skillfully
explores every character, confronting their strengths and weaknesses,
weaving a lyrical story based both in myth and reality. The Assassin's
Song begins with Karsan Dargawalla's memories of his eleventh birthday,
an unforgettable event because it was then that his father the Saheb
(lord and keeper) of Pirbaag, an ancient Sufi ,nstructed him on his
rasion d'etre. He is given a bol--a mantra passed on through the generations,
to ensure the endurance of traditional teachings. Alas, Karsan is more
interested in playing cricket and living in the outside world, and when
he wins and accepts a scholarship to Harvard University, he leaves with
few regrets. Vassanji's wry comedic depictions of Karsan's time at Harvard
are charming and refreshing; so too is the bit about his marriage and
subsequent move to British Columbia. However, Karsan is aware that his
destiny is always hovering on the periphery: no matter how much he rejects
his inheritance, he cannot escape it. A calamity befalls his idyllic
Canadian family life, the ancient traditions beckon him and Karsan is
compelled to fulfill his obligations.
On returning in
2002 to reclaim his heritage, Karsan visits the ruined shrine, a consequence
of the communal rioting that gripped the state. He reflects on his destiny:
"My father is dead and so is my mother. And my brother militantly calls
himself a Muslim and is wanted for questioning regarding a horrific
crime. Perhaps such an end was a foregone conclusion--Kali Yoga, the
Dark Age, was upon us." Vassanji the master storyteller weaves his tale
to remind us that the gap between enlightenment and darkness is rather
narrow.
This mesmerizing
story captures the reader's imagination, the author daring us to ponder
the daunting universal questions about who we are. His coruscating powers
reveal the nature of the political turmoil that continues to pervade
and haunt our world.
Within this multi-layered
story, rooted in the political climate of the twenty-first century,
Vassanji faithfully evokes our world with prescience that is fundamentally
grounded in reality and sensory perception. Vassanji's plea for religious
tolerance is heartfelt and ought not to be ignored. His sense of eloquent
storytelling animates; he does not crowd his characters but allows them
to be conjured on the page.
This novel is a
poignant, astute work on our contemporary world and about the quirks
of fate that inevitably illuminate and disillusion us.