Growing Pains in Bombay


by

Harald Leusmann

Ball State University -- Muncie IN


Review of:
Beach Boy, by Ardashir Vakil. New York: Scribner, 1998. 239 pages.


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  1. Especially after Salman Rushdie's great success Midnight's Children, there is an increasing number of young, articulate Indian writers who -- like Jeet Thayil and Vikram Chandra in the U.S., Kirpal Singh in Singapore, and Ardashir Vakil in the UK -- make themselves at home in a postcolonial world that has become a village. Equipped with a good education, a willingness to adapt to a new environment and an eloquence to tell original stories, they touch upon aspects frequently associated with postcolonial studies like nationalism or the impact of colonialism on gender roles; and the issues surrounding historiography. In the case of Ardashir Vakil, born in Bombay (Mumbai) in 1962 and currently a teacher in London, one can add to this list the problem of juvenile disorientation and subsequent identity crisis, the problems that shape his debut novel Beach Boy.

  2. In ever-widening concentric narrative strands, Vakil presents the Cyrus Readymoney's adolescent growing pains in the pulsating Indian metropolis of Bombay, a mundane world infiltrated by Western features. Cyrus stubbornly resists any kind of formal socialization. He is driven by his senses and knows all the tricks in the book about how to avoid the fine webs of education. School is of no interest for him; he rather does what his heart desires: hanging out with friends, roaming the beaches, and finding out about the best places for crisp uttapams or cooked hilsa. The body-warm semidarkness of cinemas has become his home. There he admires actresses on screen wearing heavy make-up and pink saris; there he has his senses lulled by the sultry atmosphere, by the heavy smell of bidis the men smoke, by the murmur of women and the cries of babies silenced by soft breasts. For Cyrus, cinemas are hiding places from reality and constitute a counter-world with no demands.

  3. Vakil, however, goes beyond a simple description of Cyrus' daily life. He rather, almost unnoticeable, makes his readers aware that the society Cyrus dwells in is drifting towards a state of disintegration. Cyrus' part in it and his growing disorientation is told in playful, lightly narrated episodes. The inevitable crisis manifests itself not in a sudden eruption, but in a continuous erosion of his existence, presented through a shifting array of personal and domestic episodes. A certain emotional coldness enters his home; his parents argue more frequently. Cyrus begins to have dinners at the neighbours, sleeps in their houses, and takes part in their lives. Innocence makes way for experience. From his home overlooking the Arabian Sea, Cyrus observes how fishermen bring in a pale, bloated corpse. His carefree, lazy life in school comes to an abrupt halt when the sadistic Jesuit principle beats him severely and threatens to expel him from school. Then again he hears his parents quarrel elaborately and violently in their bedroom. Finally, the mother moves out into a skyscraper in the city, while the father -- left alone in the marvelous family home -- suddenly suffers from a heart attack and dies days later in an American hospital in Chicago. On a trip to his old neighbourhood, Cyrus makes the acquaintance of a maharani, whose husband divorced her and who adopted five girls from villages in Rajasthan. Sometimes screams of pain are heard from her house, and it is said that she beats her adoptive daughters.

  4. At this point it becomes obvious that Vakil presents a school of domestication in which teenage emotions, adolescent feelings, and growing recognition of one's own sexuality are bound to be suppressed and that a violent cultivation of carefree, lively youngsters on the verge of becoming adults is underway. It is important to recognize that this tale of initiation is told according to Western standards. Vakil cleverly invents emotionally alternating hot and cold baths, into which he dunks his protagonist and which constitute a tough place of socialization. Cyrus' life is characterized by dichotomies: sensuality and severity, material abundance and disintegration, security and indifference. He drifts helplessly, without being responsible for his actions, and without the slightest aim whatsoever.

  5. Although Vakil seems to have difficulties upholding his easy-flowing prose towards the end of the novel, and most of the main figures have revealed their secrets before one reaches the final pages, Beach Boy is a pleasure to read. The author's strengths lie in the graciously arranged pictures, the fugitive pieces of observations, and the episodes he can draft with lighting speed. The snapshots of Bombay are like colorful remembrances in a photo album. The descriptions of Cyrus' first childlike and nearly unconscious, but also triumphant, erotic flicker and the almost incestuous initiation into sexual terrain through the sisterly friend belong to the more virtuoso manifestations of Vakil's narrative ability. Vakil proves to be a skilled representative of the younger generation of Indian writers who reside in the United Kingdom.


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