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Business Standard
5 days ago
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Wild Fictions: A literary journey with Amitav Ghosh through time, terrain
Often, collections like this can be read in whatever manner the reader desires, without losing any of the essence. You dip in, read what you fancy and then skip to another part Ranjona Banerji Listen to This Article Wild Fictions: Essays by Amitav Ghosh Published by Fourth Estate 471 pages ₹799 This is a collection of articles and essays, and 'presentations', which the writer emphasises are something other than the first two. There is an epistolary exchange, there are comments on other writers, and there are lectures. Most have been published in journals. Therefore, it is possible that the reader may have come across some before. At the outset, a full disclaimer: I am a fan of Amitav Ghosh's writing, both fiction and non-fiction. The extent of his research and understanding, coupled with his fluid and evocative style of writing, makes him
Express Tribune
20-05-2025
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- Express Tribune
Hotter than literature
For too long, the literary gaze on South Asia's summers, especially through diaspora pens writing for white audiences, has leaned on sepia tropes: mangoes and melas, the year-long appeal of chai, ceiling fans whirring above midday siestas, and monsoon promises murmured by young lovers over sticks of kulfi. That version of summer still lives in memory, but on the ground today, the season has turned brutal. Now, summer in South Asia means WhatsApp warnings of 50 degree heat waves, rivers rising like beasts, mudslides swallowing homes, and air so thick with smog it feels like inhaling soup. The climate is morphing itself into something unrecognisable, barging into our homes like a burglar with a crowbar. And the worst part is that this region, among the most climate-vulnerable on the planet, barely caused the crisis, but is left choking on its consequences. Still, literature can help us breathe through the smoke; not with neat answers, but with a kind of imaginative truth-telling sharper than any policy paper. From speculative fiction to sharp reportage, here are six scorching, sweeping, and surprising books to read (preferably under a fan) as we confront the climate crisis head-on and ask, "Now what?" 'The Great Derangement' If you've ever asked, "Why doesn't literature talk about climate change more?", Amitav Ghosh beat you to it. In this fiery and frustrated polemic, he calls out the literary world for its complicity in ignoring the planetary crisis, while weaving in cyclones, colonialism, and carbon in prose that's part sermon, part TED Talk, part time machine. He argues that the modern novel, with its tight individualism and preference for psychological over planetary drama, just isn't built to accommodate climate horror. The real derangement is our failure to imagine the unimaginable. Ghosh writes, "The climate crisis is also a crisis of culture, and thus of the imagination,", weaving from this simple argument a potent read that feels even more urgent as the temperature dial cranks up every year. 'The Nutmeg's Curse' Don't let the dainty spice in the title fool you; The Nutmeg's Curse is Ghosh in full prophet-of-doom mode. A follow-up to his earlier manifesto, this book leaps from the nutmeg trade to fossil fuels, reframing colonialism as the original climate crime. If ypu think the East India Company was simply after flavour, Ghosh is here to tell you in 350 odd pages that the Company was laying the groundwork for extractive capitalism that treats land as loot. Ghosh connects the dots from the Banda Islands to Standing Rock to Bhopal, building a case that the climate crisis is colonialism in camouflage. In an interesting turn of events, he also argues for listening to spirits, ancestors, and non-human voices, which means if you're looking to delve into a séance with the planet, this one's for you. 'Tomb of Sand' A postmodern, feminist epic about Partition and grief in a climate reading list? This is the first topper for the hear-me-out cake I'm about to assemble. Geetanjali Shree's Tomb of Sand is a shape-shifting beast of a novel, and while it doesn't speak climate, it breathes it: the porousness of borders, the circularity of life, the quiet endurance of the earth, all translated carefully and sensitively into English by Daisy Rockwell. Set partly in the sweltering plains of Uttar Pradesh, the book captures heat not just as weather but as memory, backdrop, metaphor. It's a story about a woman refusing to die, a journey into and out of exile, and in many ways, the perfect companion for our overheated age. Of its many memorable scenes, one that sticks with me as the heat approaches is a grandmother figure lying under a neem tree, contemplating a world that has forgotten how to listen to nature. 'How to Avoid a Climate Disaster' Let's begin this with full disclosure; this book comes from Bill Gates' pen. Hear me out, part two. Yes, yes, it's a billionaire with a blueprint. But if you've ever found yourself frantically Googling "What can I do about climate change?" at 2AM, Gates' book is your mechanical, methodical friend. No soaring metaphors, no poetic despair, just clear-eyed math, solutions, and frameworks. South Asians often get left out of the centre-stage climate narratives (unless we're dying), but the innovations, energy models, and urban planning discussed here offer actionable insights for a region rapidly urbanising and boiling. Read it, if only to argue with it. As for some additional motivation on the side, if you take a sip of water every time he says "net zero," you'll be hydrated for days of this cruel summer. 'The Ministry for the Future' In this genre-defying techno-thriller-meets-policy-dreamscape, Kim Stanley Robinson experiments with a fictional voice which actually takes climate collapse seriously, imagining a world post-2025 where a deadly Indian heat wave kills millions, and kicks off global revolution. When this book came out five years ago, it still qualified as fiction; now, it's becoming increasingly hard to tell. The novel begins with an utterly terrifying chapter set in Uttar Pradesh, where a heat-and-humidity combination kills people faster than governments can tweet condolences. From there, it spirals into geoengineering experiments, rogue climate interventions, financial reforms, and a daring reinvention of diplomacy. It's grim. It's hopeful. It's utopian by necessity. And it shows that fiction can do what facts often can't: move us from paralysis to possibility. 'No Nation for Women' Once again, hear me out; while this is a book about gendered violence across India, its placement here is intentional. Climate change isn't gender-neutral; women, especially rural women, are disproportionately impacted by floods, displacement, droughts, and the long treks for potable water. Priyanka Dubey's relentless, ground-reported narratives, whether from the sands of Rajasthan or the ghats of Varanasi, show how bodies and geographies are both battlefields. In one particularly poignant section, a woman in a flood-ravaged village recounts how, after losing her home, she had to barter sex for rice to feed her family. This comes as no surprise because climate fiction can't afford to be polite. 'The Water Knife' This one's a wildcard, not set in South Asia, but what it imagines might be our shared future. In Paolo Bacigalupi's thriller, the American Southwest has run out of water, Las Vegas sends mercenaries to sabotage other cities' supplies and journalists get assassinated for asking too many hydrological questions. If this sounds too extreme, consider that Chennai, Karachi, and Dhaka have already had "Day Zero" water scares. In 2019, India's Press Information Bureau predicted that 21 cities would run out of groundwater by 2030. What this means is that water wars aren't science fiction anymore. Reading won't solve the climate crisis. But reading can do what governments often can't: prepare the imagination, cultivate empathy, spark resistance, and shift the cultural weather. South Asia's heat waves aren't just meteorological anymore; they're political, literary, existential. More than ever, every scorched field and overflowing drain is a question: what kind of stories do we need now? Maybe we need stories that dare to rewild the world, that ask us to slow down, that reject the myth of infinite growth. Maybe we need to centre the voices of those who've long lived at the margins: indigenous communities, fisherfolk, small farmers, women who know the land better than Google Earth. Maybe we need new genres altogether: cli-fi folk epics, speculative ecologies, bureaucratic horror set in urban planning offices. But mostly, we need to read with the fan on, the lights off, and a stubborn belief that literature, hot, messy, and urgent as it may be, can still turn the temperature down on our burning world.
Scroll.in
03-05-2025
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- Scroll.in
‘It would be a mistake to think that hyper-technological people don't live by stories': Amitav Ghosh
Some books rest quietly on the shelf, their voices barely a whisper. Then there are books like Wild Fictions, which pulse with life, dreaming and waiting. In his latest book, Amitav Ghosh does not merely tell stories, he releases them into the world, wild and ungovernable. Here, rivers speak, winds remember, trees mourn, and forgotten spirits rise to reclaim their place alongside history and myth. Amitav Ghosh's long journey through memory and imagination, from the tidal creeks of The Hungry Tide, through the opium routes of the Ibis Trilogy, to the urgent ecological elegies of The Great Derangement and The Nutmeg's Curse, finds a new flowering here. Wild Fictions is not a retreat into fantasy but a deeper reckoning with it, a recognition that myth, spirit, and land are not things to be tamed or catalogued, but forces still alive beneath the cracked surfaces of modern life. As readers, we know that Amitav Ghosh, never merely an academic or a polemicist, speaks with the cautious reverence of someone in the presence of something older, something alive. Storytelling, he reminds us, is not an act of invention but of listening, to land, to ancestors, to the long-forgotten agreements between humans and the earth. Wild Fictions continues Amitav Ghosh's lifelong project, glimpsed in the blurred histories of In an Antique Land, the tender fractures of The Shadow Lines, and the haunting mysteries of The Calcutta Chromosome, of collapsing borders between fact and fable, between the visible and the invisible. It asks: What if the stories we forgot have not forgotten us? In a conversation with Scroll, Amitav Ghosh explores memory, language, form, and the resurgence of storytelling. Excerpts from the conversation: You've long resisted being confined to specific literary categories, novelist, essayist, public thinker. In this age of ecological and cultural disarray, how has your understanding of what a writer should or can do evolved? I should say straight away that I don't think it's my business to tell other writers what to write. I can only speak for myself, and the reason I wrote my book, The Great Derangement, is that I found it increasingly hard to understand why I myself had been so blind to so many aspects of our changing reality, and to the fact that we are deep into a planetary crisis. Once one has seen these things, it becomes impossible to forget them and they inevitably inform every aspect of one's work and practice. In Wild Fictions, you write of stories as living, ecological entities, beings rather than metaphors. Was this a gradual insight or did it come as a kind of revelation, a narrative visitation? In Wild Fictions, I write about the story of Bon Bibi as a kind of living charter that guides the way in which people in the Sundarban interact with their surroundings. I think most people who live in close connection with their environments, have stories of this kind, which often permit them to find meaning in very difficult circumstances. But it would be a mistake to think that hyper-modern, hyper-technological people don't live by stories. Just look at all the talk about colonising Mars: the billionaires who go on about this are obviously reliving the stories that they read in their childhood. There is a deep pathos in this because, in their case, the Earth, having been stripped of so many of its gifts, has lost all its meaning, so they are trying to find meaning in fantasies of colonising another planet. Your recent prose has grown more fluid, incantatory, even resistant to neat closure, a marked shift from earlier narrative structures like those in The Shadow Lines. How conscious has this transformation been, and how does it reflect the stories you're now drawn to? The most difficult thing about writing a book is finding the right voice, the right pitch for it. This is often the most long-drawn-out part of the entire process. But once one has found that voice, one enters into a kind of bubble or dome where everything bears the imprint of that voice. When the book is finished and you have stepped out of the bubble, it is impossible to step back into it. It would be absolutely impossible for me to write in the voice in which I wrote The Shadow Lines. That's long gone for me now and that is exactly how it should be. I consider myself fortunate in that I have been able to reinvent myself and my work many times over my life. There is in this work a subtle yet insistent critique of the literary forms we've inherited, those shaped, perhaps, by a certain Enlightenment rationality. Do you think our allegiance to these forms has limited our ability to imagine the non-human, the more-than-human, or what you call the 'wild'? In my book The Great Derangement, I've analysed some of the constraints that Enlightenment forms of rationality impose upon literary structures. However, I think it needs to be noted that writers have always defied these structures as well, and that many writers have tried to go beyond them. Herman Melville's, Moby Dick, for example, is a great novel about non-human intentionality, something which falls outside the scope of Enlightenment rationality. So, it's not as if the writers haven't done the work. It's rather that the wider ecosystem of the literary world has tended to marginalise that work (fortunately that did not happen with Moby Dick). Generally speaking, I would say that the publishing world is extraordinarily conservative and still tends to value certain kinds of writing above others. For instance, we have long been told that the sine qua non of literary experimentation was to write in non-standard 'voices'. So enormous praise would be showered upon novels written in, say, the Scottish dialect, or a patois. I wonder what will happen to this aesthetic now that one can simply ask AI apps to write (or rather translate) long passages into Creole, or Irish slang, or AAVE, or Hinglish? It's rather amusing to contemplate. In fact, I asked Deep Seek to translate one of the above sentences into Cockney rhyming slang and this is what it came up with: ' Straight up, the book game's still stuck in the Dark Ages, innit? They keep rabbiting on about how the bee's knees of fancy scribbling is just talking proper funny – ike that's the only tomfoolery that counts!' (And it signed off with: 'Would you like it more exaggerated or with deeper slang? Cheers, guv'nor!'). The same sentence in Hinglish: 'Bhai, seedhi baat hai, publishing waale log toh bilkul zamana ke saath nahi badle – woh abhi bhi khaas tarah ki likhaayi ko hi top class samajhte hain. Jaise ki, agar tum desi style mein nahi likhoge, toh koi value hi nahi denge!' I think this is going to pretty much put paid to human linguistic pyrotechnics. You've often spoken of a 'crisis of imagination' when facing environmental collapse. Do you see this as a failure of language or is it something more intangible, like the diminishing ability to envision a world that doesn't place the human at its centre? It is both a failure of language and a failure of vision. Our metaphors feel worn out, inadequate to truly grasp the immensity of what we've lost. Yet, at a more fundamental level, we've failed to look beyond ourselves. Premodern traditions recognised a world teeming with its own forms of expression. Modernity extinguished these voices, viewing nature merely as something to exploit. To recover our ability to imagine and connect, we need to shed this human-centred pride. This isn't solely an environmental crisis; it's a crisis in how we understand and narrate our place in the world. In drawing lines from Kalidasa to WG Sebald, you suggest a continuity of ecological consciousness across traditions. How do you build these connections without flattening cultural specificity? Kalidasa's Meghaduta is not just a poem; it is a conversation between thecloud and the earth. Sebald's Rings of Saturn is a lament for a wounded planet. These threads are not the same, but they resonate – not because they share a single vision, but because they acknowledge the personhood of the world. Ashutosh Kumar Thakur is the curator of the Banaras Literature Festival.
Indian Express
01-05-2025
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- Indian Express
From Ashokan edicts and Manusmriti to modern novels: deciphering the art and politics of translation in multilingual South Asia
While speaking at a lecture in Montreal, Canada, sometime during the 1990s, author Amitav Ghosh traced the literary roots that shaped his career. Two early influences stood out: European novels translated into Bengali, found on his grandfather's bookshelf, and ancient Indian tales like the Panchatantra, which travelled across centuries and continents—from Sanskrit to Persian, Arabic, Greek, Hebrew, and beyond. Ghosh also reflected on how Indian epics like the Ramayana and Mahabharata have been rewritten across time and geography. What links these diverse stories, he observed, is a single powerful force: translation. But what does 'translation' mean? The English word, derived from the Latin translatio (to carry across), suggests a transfer of meaning from one language to another. Yet the Tamil term for translation – molipeyarppu, as explained by researcher Hephzibah Israel in Religious Transactions in Colonial South India (2011), presents a more complex and unsettling understanding. Formed from moli (language) and peyarppu (displacement), it views translation not as a neutral bridge, but as a disruptive act. As Israel writes, 'This Tamil term serves as a reminder that translation is not a straightforward task…it involves a certain degree of force, a powerful tearing out or uprooting of texts from one language to begin life anew in another.' This complexity struck translator and teacher Arunava Sinha during his college years. 'When I read One Hundred Years of Solitude after Gabriel García Márquez won the Nobel Prize,' Sinha recalled in an interview with 'I realized for the first time that translation was a distinct process. Until then, I'd always assumed texts somehow existed in the language I read them in. In a way, that's the triumph of translation: it hides itself.' 'But with One Hundred Years,' he added, 'I became aware that this text didn't begin its life in English—it was born in Spanish. And that realization shaped my path as a translator.' But what does it mean to translate in a multilingual South Asia? Who decides the source language, and what factors determine which language a text is rendered into? What about India's many non-scheduled languages—do their speakers not deserve access to celebrated works? In such a linguistically diverse landscape, how do we navigate the complex politics of language and translation? The origin of translation in South Asia Pinpointing a single origin of translation in South Asia is difficult, as Rita Kothari, Head of the Department of English at Ashoka University, Sonepat, told 'It would be very difficult to establish that point of origin—for when something in Sanskrit is retold in another language orally, is that a translation? And when a story from the Ramayana or Mahabharata is rendered as a folk performance, should that too be considered a translation?' Critiquing the disregard for oral traditions, she noted: 'Not only is the written form seen as more legitimate, but it has also supplanted the oral. Many assume that orality existed for a time, then ceased entirely as writing took over. But I believe India offers one of the most compelling examples of how the oral and written have long coexisted.' Also read | Bengali through the ages: from Islamic rule to the colonial era and beyond Fuzail Asar Siddiqi, who teaches at GITAM University, Visakhapatnam, places this bias in context: 'The publishing market is deciding the written text. But in terms of oral translation, what is the market for it?' Taking both oral and written traditions into account, Kothari and Krupa Shah write in their essay More or less 'translation': Landscapes of language and communication in India (2019) that 'it is possible to say that South Asia as a whole is a region constituted through translation.' Indeed, long before translation became formalised, ancient Indian practices engaged deeply with linguistic diversity. One early example is the edicts of Emperor Ashoka from the fourth century BCE. These inscriptions, as Kothari and Shah note, were multilingual—written in Sanskrit and various Middle-Indic dialects, often referred to as Prakrits. 'A simultaneous production of similar material in different languages would go by the name of translation in its most functional meaning,' they write. Ashokan edicts (Source: Wikipedia) This broader, more fluid understanding of translation persisted through the Bhakti movement (1100–1700 CE), where poets rendered Sanskrit texts into regional languages—not through literal transcription but through creative interpretation. Kothari and Shah cite this cultural and linguistic intermingling—from Buddhism's rejection of Sanskrit authority, to the multilingualism of Bhakti and Sufi movements, to the Indian adaptations of Islam and Christianity—as evidence that translation was a generative force in shaping South Asian identity. Within written traditions, however, Kothari cautions in her interview, translation has historically meant translating from Sanskrit: 'So translating from Sanskrit into Persian, into English, and into other Indian languages.' Over time, a rich vocabulary emerged to describe different translation practices: bhashantar (change of language), roopantar (change of form), aadhar (a derived text, not necessarily faithful), parivartan (transformation), tarjuma (used in Islamic contexts for translation or biography), and bhavanuvad (emotional rendering). The widely used Hindi word anuvad literally means 'to speak after' (anu = following, vad = speech/discourse), implying a relationship to a source text. India's epics, in particular, have been translated the most, said Amitendu Bhattacharya, Associate Professor at the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences at BITS Pilani, Goa, in an interview with In Changing the Terms: Translating in the Postcolonial Era (2000), edited by translator Sherry Simon and Paul St-Pierre, scholar Shantha Ramakrishna argues that many translations of Indian epics are better described as 'recreations.' She writes: 'Literal adherence was not insisted upon, and deviations were tolerated, even preferred, in the name of creative freedom.' Today, however, translators tend to emphasise fidelity to the original—a shift Ramakrishna calls the 'betrayal syndrome underlying all translation activity.' Translation: a colonial project Author and translator G J V Prasad, in India in Translation: Translation in India (2019), underscores that governance in a multilingual nation like India inherently relies on translation—a reliance that became even more critical under colonial rule. He writes, 'It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that our ideas of the majority faith and about our nation, including current assertions of its history, have roots in the motivated or simply uninformed translational activity of the colonisers.' Gargi Bhattacharya, in the same volume, observes that lawmaking was central to the colonial enterprise, given the sharp contrast between British legal norms and Indian customs. Following the East India Company's victories at Plassey (1757) and Buxar (1764), it acquired civil judicial authority in Bengal, Bihar, and Orissa, creating an urgent need to understand Hindu customary law. This effort culminated in the 1776 English translation of the Sanskrit legal text Vivadarnavasetu —via its Persian version—as A Code of Gentoo Laws, rendered by British orientalist Nathaniel Brassey Halhed at the behest of Governor-General Warren Hastings. William Jones (Source: Wikipedia) Orientalist William Jones, influenced by his judicial engagement with legal texts like the Manusmriti, published his 1794 translation titled Institutes of Hindu Law. As Tejaswini Niranjana observes in her article Translation, Colonialism and the Rise of English (1990), Jones's work embodied a broader colonial impulse—the belief that translation should be carried out by Europeans rather than Indians, in order to codify local laws and 'purify' Indian culture. Siddiqi concurs, 'For the British, translation was a project of control.' Another turning point in colonial translation came with English Orientalist Charles Wilkins' 1785 translation of the Bhagavad Gita. This, according to Jones, as cited by Kothari in her book Translating India (2014), was the 'event that made it possible for the first time to have a reliable impression of Indian literature.' The rise of print culture further accelerated translation activity. Sisir Kumar Das, as cited by Kothari, credits the establishment of the Serampore Mission Press in 1800—by Joshua Marshman, William Ward, and William Carey—as a major shift from the scribal to the printed word. Though initially focused on translating the Bible into Indian languages, the press expanded to include dictionaries, classical texts, and works by British officials. Yet, translation remained a colonial instrument of control. As Israel observes, the Bible was considered a primary tool to 'save' and 'improve' native populations. At the same time, Indian social reformers played a pivotal role in legal reform. Gargi Bhattacharya highlights how Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar's English translation of his Bengali work, Marriage of Hindu Widows, directly influenced the passage of the Hindu Widows' Remarriage Act in 1856. Hindu Widow Marriage by Vidyasagar (Source: Amazon) Ramakrishna, however, laments that the colonial engagement with translation was narrow—limited largely to Sanskrit and Arabic classics into English, or English works into a few Indian languages—leaving much of European literature untranslated and inaccessible. Yet translation also served as a mode of resistance. A powerful example is Ganesh Shankar Vidyarthi's Hindi translation of Victor Hugo's Quatre-vingt-treize, retitled Balidaan (sacrifice), which he enriched with contextual details about the French Revolution to underscore its message of self-sacrifice for Indian readers. Similarly, R C Dutt's translations of the Ramayana and Mahabharata —which he described as India's 'national property'—sought to position them alongside Homer's Iliad and Odyssey: 'Ancient India, like ancient Greece, boasts of two great epics.' The politics of translation: from 20th century to present day According to Kothari and Shah, translation in 20th-century India took on a renewed role, serving 'as new symbols of patriotism and group identity,' while also fostering cultural memory and asserting linguistic identity. Academic discussions and seminars on translation, often held under the aegis of institutions like the Sahitya Akademi, typically began by invoking its role in 'connecting' and 'bridging' India's vast linguistic and cultural diversity. These discourses, they argued, frequently reinforced the state's mantra of 'unity in diversity.' Yet, as academic Runjhun Verma notes in Prasad's edited volume, translation was far from neutral—it was deeply political. 'The politics of translation plays a powerful role in the kind of texts that are chosen to represent a culture/nation/country,' she wrote, shaped largely by market needs and cultural flows. Author and academic Anita Mannur, in Simon and St-Pierre's edited volume, highlighted the disparities through a table summarising translations into English up to 1984: Bengali (368), Hindi (152), and Tamil (115) dominated, while 'minor' languages like Maithili and Konkani were scarcely represented. Surprisingly, even major literary languages like Urdu and Kannada—despite robust traditions—were largely absent in translation until as late as 1986. Verma also drew attention to the 2001 French anthology Littératures de l'Inde, which included both poems and short stories in 12 Indian languages. Among these, Hindi led with 19 poems, followed by English and Telugu (nine each), illustrating ongoing imbalances even in international efforts. Cultural transmission across regional languages, thus, remained uneven. Kothari identified three key challenges: general apathy toward translation among writers, a shortage of multilingual translators, and the poor marketability of regional-language books—especially translations. Pointing to the continued prevalence of this bias, Siddiqi reiterates 'Why aren't we translating from Urdu to Marathi, or Urdu to Telugu?' He points to the weak distribution networks in regional publishing compared to large trade publishers, noting that even excellent works remain inaccessible without acclaimed translators and active promotion. Sayantan Dasgupta, who teaches at Jadavpur University in Kolkata, underscores this imbalance: while Bengali literature is widely translated into Malayalam, the reverse is rare. 'As far as exotropic [outward] translation is concerned, English almost monopolises the space of Target Language for Indian bhasa [language] literature,' he told Still, he highlights rare exceptions—works by Rabindranath Tagore and Mahasweta Devi translated into Lepcha, a non-Scheduled language—demonstrating the potential of 'power' languages to reach marginal communities. U R Ananthamurthy (Source: Wikimedia Commons) Amitendu Bhattacharya offers a sobering reflection: even writers like U R Ananthamurthy, shortlisted for the Booker Prize, struggled for international visibility. 'It's not about literary merit,' he suggests, 'but about global market dynamics and the limited reach of regional languages like Kannada.' Challenges, including from AI While translation as a field of study and career has become more promising than before, Sinha—who has spent considerable time translating—offers a cautionary note: 'I don't think I have really faced any difficulty other than the fact that you can't make a living with it.' Siddiqi shares a similar concern, noting that the craft rarely pays well unless one achieves significant popularity. Speaking of translation in the age of Artificial Intelligence, Sinha says: 'AI doesn't know how to translate literary text.' While it may manage manuals and factual documents, it falters with the emotional depth, context, and cultural nuance that literary translation demands. 'It's just using linguistic patterns,' he adds, pointing out how AI lacks the ability to sense layered meanings—like how a simple sentence such as 'Have you eaten?' could express concern, frustration, or tenderness depending on context. 'You're able to feel it. AI cannot. It is artificial, not even intelligence at the moment.' Sankar's Chowringhee translated by Arunava Sinha (Source: Amazon) Siddiqi echoes this complexity through his struggle with a single word— maula —in a ghazal. Though it can mean 'lord,' 'god,' or 'master,' each English equivalent carries its cultural baggage, none quite capturing the word's spiritual and Sufi resonance. Similarly, multiple Urdu words for love— ishq, mohabbat —collapse into the single English word 'love,' erasing layers of meaning. As he notes, 'The transfer of meaning is never complete…something is always left behind.' Yet, this very incompleteness is what makes translation a creative act. He reflects, 'A good translation can sometimes enhance the original text. That is why copyright often belongs not to the original author, but to the translator.' To translate well, Sinha insists, one must 'not only read but listen' — to rhythms, silences, music. 'A good translator is just a reader taken to an extreme point,' he says. But above all, 'you cannot translate a book you don't love.'
Hindustan Times
27-04-2025
- Hindustan Times
Book Box : Reading China
Dear Reader, I feel grateful for my travel reading, for stories on politics, history and culture that help me seek truths in the spaces between texts and landscapes. And for all the fiction - family sagas, historical novels and murder mysteries that teach me even deeper truths about a country I visit. This week I travel from Hong Kong to Mainland China with my husband to attend the Canton Fair. We board the China Ferry in Hong Kong, sailing up the South China Sea into the delta of the Pearl River and further upriver to Canton. The skies are grey and it's overcast. Two hundred years ago, on this very Pearl River, I picture British ships loaded with opium on their way to Canton (now Guangzhou). Soon after come the British warships from the South China Sea, fighting for their right to sell opium to the Chinese people. I read these waterway scenes from Amitav Ghosh's fantastic historical novel River of Smoke set during this time : '...the greatest of Canton's suburbs is the river itself! There are more people living in the city floating bustees than in all of Calcutta... their boats are moored along the water's edge, on either side, and they are so numerous you cannot see the water beneath.' Today there are no bustee boats and no people. Instead, my very first view of Mainland China is barges full of containers and gigantic construction cranes that line both sides of the river and in the distance, factory chimneys and rows of skyscrapers. I am reading The Water Kingdom by Philip Ball, an absorbing journey of geography, music, poetry and painting, all through the lens of China's rivers. This connection between water and Chinese identity seems even more real as I sail into the country on this grey morning. Guangzhou feels like Mumbai with its traffic jams and its cluttered mix of buildings. Every morning we take the hotel bus for the Canton Fair where we spend all day, walking crowded aisles filled with everything from sensors and smart rings to cuddly Easter rabbits! Passing displays of camera clad robots that look like guard dogs, I feel I have jumped ahead in time. This shift feels starker after reading Once Upon a Time in the East - a heartbreaking real life story of the writer Xiaolu Guo who grew up in the fishing village of Shitang in South Eastern China. Xiaolu is first abandoned and then raised by an emotionally stunted mother, one of the dreaded Red Guards during the Cultural Revolution. She has malnutrition and finally discovers drinking pig's blood helps her get her iron levels up. She describes how she is goaded by this hardship to make it into the Beijing Film Institute and then to London where she becomes a well known writer. Looking around at the hi-tech aisles of the Canton Fair, I find it unbelievable that all this happened just fifty years ago, and that China could have changed so much and so soon. And then I read The House of Huawei: Inside the Secret World of China's Most Powerful Company, and I understand how this happened. Here's how founder Ren Zhengfei grew Huawei to what it is today - leading by example, channelling the Chinese hunger to catch up with the Western world, sending Huawei engineers to war torn zones like Iraq and Afghanistan, sometimes even working with rogue regimes, learning from the West by employing IBM as a consultant, and using the Chinese government support to grow Huawei to where it is today. Surely this is the story of so many giants in Chinese innovation, the AI DeepSeeks and the electric car maker BYDs of the modern world and this book is a fascinating glimpse into how this happened. When we drive to Shenzhen, I look at the cluster of skyscrapers around me very differently. Once a fishing village opposite the bay from HK, here (and in close by Dongguan) is where Huawei has its head offices. Here speciality chefs make food for their customers - like South Indian food for engineers from Bengaluru. Heads of state and film stars, everyone from Kim Jong II of North Korea and actor Scarlett Johansson have visited. I know all this from reading House of Huawei - the best book I have read this year, a riveting lesson in geopolitics, tech and on the history of China through the last hundred years, all captured through the history of Huawei, a company that started making switches and now makes everything from smartphones and undersea submarine cables to surveillance equipment and EV cars. One evening, we have dinner with Chinese colleagues at a Michelin star restaurant. We use Google Lens on our phones to translate, choosing interesting but less adventurous Chinese dishes, sidestepping frogs legs and geese delicacies, using chopsticks to feast on delicious barbecued pork and prawn dumplings and spicy pepper noodles. The talk inevitably turns to the US-China trade war, and of tariffs. People are incredulous and bewildered. '245 per cent tariff - now no US trade,' says one, shaking his head. 'The US is becoming more and more closed. And China is now open,' says another. And there it is again - like the Opium Wars, like the Cultural Revolution, these trade wars too have real human dimensions. Leaving Guangzhou, I look back at the Pearl River —the same waters that once carried opium clippers now mirror China's technological ascendance in their barges full of shipping containers. What strikes me most is both the stunning pace of transformation—from Xiaolu's struggle with malnutrition to world tech domination in a single lifetime—and also the continuities - water trades, the East versus the West, and the ways the historical wounds of colonialism still influence today's trade disputes. Here's my list of books that bring together these complex realities - see below my top five non fiction books on China. Next week, in Part 2 of Reading China, I bring you fiction set in the Middle Kingdom - family sagas, historical novels and murder mysteries, each of which reveal deep truths in different ways. 5 Must-Read China Books (non-fiction) 1. The Water Kingdom by Philip Ball. 2. Once Upon a Time in the East (also called Nine Continents: A Memoir In and Out of China) by British Chinese writer by Xiaolu Guo 3. The House of Huawei: Inside the Secret World of China's Most Powerful Company by Washington Post reporter Eva Dou 4. Age of Ambition: Chasing Fortune, Truth, and Faith in the New China by New Yorker staff writer Evan Osnos 5. India's China Challenge: A Journey through China's Rise and What It Means for India by Ananth Krishnan What is your favourite travel reading? And also your best books on China - do write in with recommendations. (Sonya Dutta Choudhury is a Mumbai-based journalist and the founder of Sonya's Book Box, a bespoke book service. Each week, she brings you specially curated books to give you an immersive understanding of people and places. If you have any reading recommendations or suggestions, write to her at sonyasbookbox@ The views expressed are personal)
