Demob Happy

Indian passages

7/10

E.M Forster’s classic novel is a savage critique of English colonial attitudes towards the Indian ’subject race’ during the British Raj. Having then visited India with his friend Syed Masood - whom this book’s principle character is said to be loosely based on - Forster was well-equipped to expose the hypocrasy and racism of Anglo-India.

Tautly written and witheringly sardonic, few characters survive unscathed in this grimly pessimistic portrait of the times. So much so that it is a rather dispiriting read in 2007, when we no longer need Forster’s acerbic wit to enlighten us on the arrogance and cruelty of the Empire. Sadly this makes it a rather contemporaneous, even dated read; arguably more interesting as social history than as a novel. This is partly because the characterisations are largely unsympathetic, even the young Indian doctor Aziz, who comes across as overly garrulous and emotional.

In fact, the subtext of the friendship between Aziz and the English schoolmaster Fielding gradually overrides ‘the Marabar case’ that is central to the novel. Fielding - the only voice of reason and dissent among the British ex-pat community - probably best represents the authorial perspective, but is a rather sketchily drawn character. More a plot device than a real human being, his relationship with Aziz seems to mirror that of Forster and Masood’s, suffering many peaks, troughs and changes of heart. In 2007, the homosexual undertones read much more explicitly, no doubt, than they could be at the time of the book’s publication.

Nevertheless, the fluctuations of their friendship also embody the uneasy bedfellows of ‘emotional’ India and the reserve and rationality of the British, and whether they can ever truly connect. ‘Not yet’, says Aziz in the final paragraph. Even the fictional setting of the novel, Chandrapore, is described in such a derogatory way that the novel makes a stifling, claustrophobic read - like the Marabar caves themselves. Clearly an important work of and about its time, and written with the cutting precision of a master craftsman, but somehow a little obsolete today.