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MALGUDI LANDSCAPES

MALGUDI LANDSCAPES
The Best of R.K. Narayan


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 Dinesh
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The locale of all these novels and most of Narayan's short stores is Malgudi, a mythical town with which his name is inextricably associated .... The other statement usually made about Narayan is to compare him with William Falkner. The link is very tenuous and is sustained by no more than the circumstance that both writers created their own worlds and moved suely in them. ... As John Updike has pointed out, both Narayan and Falkner are 'writers immersed in their materials', though widely differing in their use of them. For Naraya aficionado, Malgudi is a real place with which, as Graham Green says, 'we have been as familiar with our own birth place. We know, like the street of childhood, Market Road, the snuff stalls, the vendors of toothpaste, the Regal Haircutting Saloon, the river, the railways'. The name Malgudi, Narayan has said, made its appearance in a sentence that suddenly flashed in his mind when he was working on 'Swami and Friends'. ~ xii Editors Introduction

'The train stopped at Malgudi.' As happened the train did not stop at Malgudi in 'Swami,' except at the end though it does o in several later stories, notably in 'The Guide' and 'The English Teacher'. Narayan's own somewhat tongue-in-cheek answer to the question, Where is Malgudi? Appears elsewhere in this volume. A particularly rewarding aspect of the Malgudi saga is the way characters keep reappearing in the various stories, sometimes in life-size roles. Swami was in a short story before he had a book to himself, and we had known Jagan long before his total apotheosis as the vendor of sweets. Xiii - Editors Introduction

'The Guide' won the Sahitya Akademi award, the Government of India decorated him with a Padma Bhushan, and nominated him a member of Rajya Sabha for a term. Elsewhere, in Britain the Royal Society of Literature gave him the A.C Benson medal, while the United States he received the English Speaking Union's award, and was made a Fellow by the prestigious American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters, only one of the two Indians to be so honoured. His papers have been acquired by the Department of Special Collections of Boston University which will make them available to researchers. Graham Green, his staunch supporter and friend of more than fifty years once comparing Narayan to Turgenev and Chekhov, said: "Narayan (whom I don't hesitate to name in such context) more than any of them wakes in e a spring of gratitude, for he has offered me a second home. Without him I could never have known what it is like to be an India.' To which it can be added that even to Indians born and bred, he performs a similar service by revealing truths about ourselves we have not been aware of. Xiv - Editor's Introduction
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CHAPTER: MY DAYS

Sighing over a pretty face and form seen on a balcony, or from across the street, or in a crowd, --longing for love -- in a social condition in which, at least in those days, body and gils were segregated and one never spoke to anyone but a sister -- I had to pass through a phase of impossible love-sickness. Perhaps the great quantity of fiction I read prepared my mind to fall in love with all and sundry -- all one sides, of course. Any girls who lifted her eyes and seemed to notice me became at once my sweetheart, till someone else took her place. Thus I had become devoted to a girl in a green sari with a pale oval face, passing down our street when we were living at Bojjanna lines. She lived in the next street, the sister-in-law of an engineer, and I would have missed anything in the day rather than miss a glimpse of her. ...... I was obsessed with her night and day, and I had no doubt that she should receive the impact of my thoughts, as Marie Corelli had taught me to believe that true love recognized no boundaries or barriers.

I lost sight of this girl suddenly -- but found another, a little farther off, standing on the terrace of her home drying her hair -- I noticed her at first on my way to the college, and then looked for her constantly on the way to and from; sure enough she would be there, a squat lumpy girl, but I loved her none the less. . . . . I lost interest in her soon and bestowed it on another girl going to Maharani's College, who used to give me a smile and pass on. All this love for someone was necessarily one-sided and unspoken. But it made no difference. It gave me a feeling of enrichment and purpose. . . . . The blind urge to love went to fantastic lengths -- I even fell in love with a lady doctor who had come to attend my mother because she spoke a few words to me whenever I greeted her, she was a British land well past middle age, stout and married. But I saw great possibilities in her and read a significance in every glance. Love, especially one sided, can know no bounds, physical, racial, of age, or distance. ... Page 3 / 4 Chapter 'My Days)

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