India New England - Columns
Issue: 02/01/04
Today's South Asian women writers fill
bookstore shelves
By Champa
Bilwakesh
Lalithambika Antherjanam,
the fearless and prolific Malayalam writer who lived from 1909 to 1985, was once
asked why Indian women have figured so poorly as writers.
It was not, she
said, because "women have no talent, but because it is considered a great sin
for women to speak their mind. ... A woman's reputation is a matter of life and
death for the whole extended family. Under the circumstances, no woman will be
courageous enough to hurl herself into literature."
Today, her sentiment
has been turned on its head. South Asian women have arrived like storm troopers
into the diasporic English literary scene. Titles by South Asian women dominate
shelf space at bookstores in a way South Asian men's never did.
These
writers can thank their foremothers, who decades ago began risking their
reputations to tell their stories. They told them in Marathi and in Punjabi, in
Tamil and in Kannada, in Bengali and in all their various mother tongues.
All this telling indeed came with a price for some. In 1941 Ismat
Chugtai's Urdu-language "Lihaaf" dealt with lesbian desire and earned her a
trial on an obscenity charge.
While Chugtai won her case, Taslima Nasrin
has paid dearly for writing her story. Reminiscent of the banning of Salman
Rushdie's "Satanic Verses," the West Bengal government has banned and seized all
copies of the exiled writer's book "Dwikhandita." The autobiography details her
physical relationships with several noted writers, some of whom accused her of
lying.
Kamala Markandeya, who migrated to the United Kingdom in 1948,
became perhaps the pioneer among South Asian women writers to use English as her
medium.
While her very first novel "Nectar in the Sieve" (1954) was
about the struggles of Indian peasants, her last book, "The Nowhere Man" (1972),
could be the original diasporic novel of Indian immigrants struggling with
perennial racism in the country they have adopted.
Since then there has
followed a steady stream of women who tell story after story in English. Anita
Desai, born in India to a German mother and Indian father, wrote of India from
the angle of an observer as well as the object, much like the way many South
Asian diasporic writers are writing today.
Writing about the malady in
the strangely negotiated relationships of immigrants in America won Jhumpa
Lahiri's "Interpreter of Maladies" a Pulitzer Prize.
Others tell of
journeys back to the land of their mothers that reveal mine-filled emotional
landscapes, such as Indira Ganesan's "The Journey." Reaching farther back into
women's history has driven Indu Sundaresan to write about Nur Jahan in "The
Twentieth Wife."
When Arundati Roy bagged the Booker for "The God of
Small Things," the first Indian woman writer to do so, she garnered not only a
splash on Time magazine but also a glam-shot in People.
Last year, when
Monica Ali was short-listed for the same award for "Brick Lane," it was
newsworthy but not because of her gender and national origin.
But what is
the surprise at this prolific outpouring? There is, after all, a rich source to
mine: a storehouse of pain and resentment against the forces that controlled and
continue to control Indian women's lives - tradition, culture, men, and
marriage.
Nothing works in fiction better than good old masala grinding.
Add this to the fact that women read more than men do in America and we have a
formula that makes cash registers ring.
In addition to this perennial
source that drives South Asian women's writing, there is also this fact that
women are better equipped with the tools to write fiction.
More women
than men choose a liberal arts education. While not a guarantee of excellence in
writing, such programs not only provide a broad-based knowledge of human history
to draw from, but also the space and time to write.
The men, bless their
hearts, opt for the gods of Wall Street and Technology, where the obsession to
play with words is replaced by the fetish to play with numbers.
While
there are splendid exceptions, such as Akhil Sharma who made his mark on Wall
Street as well as in literature with "An Obedient Father," the plethora of books
filling shelves at Barnes & Noble authored by South Asian women is
disproving Lalithambika yet again.
Champa Bilwakesh of Andover,
Mass., is a freelance writer whose work has appeared in the Andover Townsman,
INDIA New England and Sawnet. Her prize-winning fiction has been published in
India Currents and Monsoon Magazine, and she is currently working on her first
novel. Her Web site is www.geocities.com/champa_b/.