A Bleak LandscapeMalati Mathur CROSS SECTION (KURUKKU VETTU) By P. Sivakami . Translated from the Tamil by C.T. Indra. Co-translated by Prema Jagannathan Katha Bharati Series, Sahitya Akademi with CIIL, Mysore, 2014, pp. 146, Rs. 395.00 VOLUME XXXIX NUMBER 8 August 2015 The book appears at first glance to be
undecided about its genre or raison
d’être: is it a novel or an essay? Does
it wish to tell a story or discuss/debate
women’s issues? Being an award-winning
book notwithstanding, this disconnect stays
with the reader throughout the book. As one
attempts to read the story, one is constantly
distracted by the meta-fictional sub-text that
runs across the bottom of the pages. This, to
my mind, takes away from the impact of the
story itself—this marrying together of a fictional
enterprise and a critical treatise on the
status of women. Another problem is that
these comments are pretty much disjointed
and do not flow coherently in a seamless account,
nor are they always a commentary on
what is being said in the fiction. So why have
them there?
Cast in the mould of the popular
Vikramditya-Vetala tale, the sub-text meanders
across many situations and discourses, often
hopping from the mythic to the polemic
with no apparent logic, bringing in Princess
Diana, her lover Hewitt, Yayati, the indentured
labour from India sent to distant lands, Mughal
kings, menopause, celebration customs of indigenous
peoples, the psychoanalysis of dreams
and statements by Arutchelvi, Padma
Swaminathan etc., on morality—all thrown
together with happy abandon.
The book describes the psychological
landscape of a woman entangled in an extramarital
affair. The book ends without any
apparent resolution and it is left to the reader
to interpret the endless baths that the lady
indulges in at the end. There is a lot of philosophizing
and dialogue that meanders
across the book but actually seems to lead
nowhere or reach any kind of an outcome.
As regards the story itself, one wonders
why the man and woman in the extra-marital
affair bother to take the trouble in the
first place. There is no sense of rapture or
fulfillment, and even moments of stolen joy
are rare. They are angry, say hurtful words
to each other all the time. The book paints a
bleak picture of women’s existence and seems
to generalize their condition as exploited,
bitter and miserable which would surely not
be the case with all women in reality. Does the author wish to suggest that even if a
woman wishes to escape the tedium and
melancholy of a bad marriage into the arms
of a (married) lover, she is doomed to stay
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