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The Intimacy of Story
Literary fiction/ Vikram Chandra '84
By Sneha Abraham
Vikram Chandra's books are labeled as "literary fiction," but he isn't
quite sure what to make of that term.
“The distinction between literary fiction and everything else
has never made much sense to me,” he says. “Some of what’s
labeled literary fiction seems as formulaic and predictable as the
fiction that is dismissed as genre.”
So what makes literary fiction … literary fiction? Hoary conventions,
Chandra says. Lingering over prettified imagery. Tiny little epiphanies.
That mood of gentle melancholy.
“Not that I’m knocking convention, mind you. But it seems
to me that people who criticize the conventionality of others are
often dazzlingly unaware of their own rigorous adherence to
certain formal structures, their religious devotion to certain
ideas about ‘Literature.’”
Chandra’s own literary fiction, Red Earth and Pouring Rain,
Love and Longing in Bombay, and his latest, Sacred Games, have
garnered outstanding critical acclaim—in part because they transcend
what conventionally stocks the shelves of your local big-name
bookstore. Consider Sacred Games, an ambitious, multilayered
book about India’s underbelly of organized crime. His
$1 million advance generated buzz, given that the tome clocks
in at 900 odd pages and contains a sizeable glossary to decipher
the motley-lingual English spoken in the book and on the subcontinent.
But the flurry of publicity and the big-money payout didn’t
alter much more than Chandra’s bank account. He says it’s still
about the writing.
“Finally when you’re sitting there facing the blank page or
empty screen, it’s still the same deal. I don’t think that ever goes
away. It’s easier in the sense that you don’t have the same anxiety
if you’ve never been published before,” he said. “Every time
you write a sentence you’re still faced with the difficult task of
making it a good one.”
Chandra teaches fiction workshops at UC Berkeley and lectures
on the modern short story once a year. But inevitably that
becomes a writing workshop, too—a teaching tip he picked up
at Pomona in Martha Andresen’s Shakespeare class. Andresen
had groups perform scenes from the plays they studied, making
it one of the best classes Chandra ever took. Likewise, writing is
best appreciated when readers give it a go, he said.
"My argument is that it's
instructive to the students to
try and do it themselves. You
get some notions of the problems
that writers face—all the
things you take for granted.”
Likening writing to training
for a marathon, Chandra advises
writers to pace themselves
and be consistent. “If you try
to go too fast on Monday, the
next day you have nothing,”
he says.
A room with a view is nice
but optional.
“I’ve written on trains, in
hotels, planes—I’m pretty flexible
in that way,” he said. His
flexibility is due partly to necessity,
given that he travels quite
a bit and splits the year
between Mumbai and the
States. “If I was waiting to
get home I wouldn’t get anything
done.”
Revisiting his drafts may
very well be the best part of
the entire process. He likens it
to editing film.
“It’s really in the revision
that you make the art. When
you’re editing that’s when it
really starts to be fun and you
can see the shape of the whole
thing coming together,”
he says.
While he won’t disclose
what books he likes (it gets him
in trouble, he says), his advice
is to write what you love. It’s
that love for a good story that
started it all for him.
Some of Chandra’s earliest
memories are of his mother, a
playwright and screenwriter in
India, sitting at their dining
room table, writing on long
sheets of paper.
While there were always books in the house, books were also
very expensive and often hard to find, as some towns didn’t
have bookstores. When arriving at a bookstore, Chandra said
he’d find an odd mixture of thrillers and self-help books. But
when he did come across a promising title it didn’t end there.
“I used to stand in the shop doing a cost-benefit analysis:
number of pages versus how interesting a book looked,” he says.
As a reader of fiction there are certain
pleasures he craves. He knows
something’s working if there’s “a forward
momentum in the plot that keeps
me turning the pages; complex characters
who stay with me when I put the
book down; a vivid sense of place; irony
and humor and pathos; intellectual and
moral questions that I can’t answer easily;
a wholeness of vision that lets me
live inside the waking dream of the
story, so that when I stop reading the
world itself seems unreal.”
The story and characters should stay
with you, prick at you and create a sort
of waking dream. Knowing what he
loves to read instructs Chandra regarding
how to write.
“I do like thinking about form,
about the patterns we extract from life
and use to construct narrative, which in
turn constructs our experience of the
world; in my work I like to deploy
these received forms and twist and
pervert them.”
For Chandra story isn’t something
that happens between pen and page;
story comes alive in the mysterious
exchange between the author and
reader. Even in a world that moves at
broadband speed and is saturated with
reality, pseudo-reality and hyper-reality,
he is sure the written word is here
to stay.
“The experience of reading a story is
unique in its intimacy, in its ability to
recruit the senses and imagination of
the reader—it’s an intensely erotic act
which may have analogues in other arts,
but no equivalent,” he said.
Chandra thinks of the modern novel
as a technological artifact—an object
that grew from advances in printing and
the democratization of literacy. Before it
became fashionable it was more akin
to pulp.
“For most of history, the novel or
long prose story was a peripheral, low
form, fit only for telling tales about tricksters and mountebanks
and commoners and other unsavory types,” he says.
He admits that the novel may not occupy an exalted place in
the future, but it will still be around. A self-confessed computer
geek—he toys with new technologies and new media—he is
adamant when he says: “I’ve not found anything that gives me
the pleasure of reading.” |
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