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190 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1935
Staying home in the evenings was extremely irksome. He sighed at the thought of the sandbanks of the Sarayu and Mani’s company. But his father had forbidden him to go out till the examinations were over. He often felt he should tell his father what he thought of him. But somehow when one came near doing it, one failed. He would have to endure it after all for only one week … The thought that he would have to put up with his travails only for a week at worst gave him fresh energy. (p55)Narayan captures the pluck and defiance in the boy, but also how hard it is for a son to actually stand up to his father. He also appreciates the gulf in world views between parent and child. Take fractions for example: Swami is a dreamer and easily distracted. But even when he tries hard he has trouble understanding a question about the price of mangoes:
Swami then gazed and gazed at this sum, and every time he read it, it seemed to acquire a new meaning. He had the feeling of having stepped into a fearful maze... His mouth began to water at the thought of mangoes. (p86)He wonders about the setting of the price, the quality of the mangoes and the character of their purveyors and finally asks his father:
‘Father, will you tell me if the mangoes were ripe?’ Father regarded him for a while and smothering a smile remarked: ‘Do the sum first. I will tell you whether the fruits were ripe or not, afterwards.’ (p87)There follows an agony for the boy as he tries to work out the problem with his father more or less patiently waiting: ‘You seem to be an extraordinary idiot. Now read the sum. Come on.’ (p87). Swami keeps wrestling with the problem and side tracks himself with irrelevant distractions including the thought that if father wanted to know the price of mangoes so badly, he should go to the market himself. With more help from his dad he eventually gets it right but immediately bursts into tears.
‘I too wrote about that length, about half a page,’ lied Swaminathan as a salve to his conscience, and believed it for a moment. (p63)RK Narayan was the subject of criticism from some quarters for provincialism and a perceived failure to address and acknowledge the political and social climate, in particular the rising discontent represented by the growing nationalist movement ‘Quit India’.
He walked rather briskly up Hospital Road, but had turned back after staring at the tall iron gates of the hospital. He told himself that it was unnecessary to enter the hospital, but in fact he knew that he lacked the courage. That very window in which a soft dim light appeared might have behind it the cot containing Swaminathan all pulped and bandaged. [He continues his search reaching the river]…if the body of his son, sodden and bloated, should be stuck up among the reeds, and rocking gently on the ripples…He shut his eyes and prayed: ‘Oh, God, help me.’ (p158)After he is found Swami is fussed over by father’s friends. When they leave:
Father went out with one of his friends. Before going he said, ‘Swami, I hope I hope I will not have to look for you when I come back.’ Swami was hurt by this remark. He felt it to be cruel and inconsiderate. (p173)Sensitive boy.
Mother had meanwhile disappeared into the kitchen and now came out with a tumbler of hot coffee with plenty of sugar in it, and some steaming tiffin in a plate. Swaminathan, quickly and with great relish, disposed of both. (p174)I have been saying to my young bloke that he can’t have coffee til he’s much older than his nine years, but I do want him to read the book, so I’ll have to risk further pressure from him for coffee and his idea of tiffin.