FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN

Anita Desai has long proved herself one of the most accomplished and admired chroniclers of middle-class India. Her 1999 novel, Fasting, Feasting, is the tale of plain and lumpish Uma and the cherished, late-born Arun, daughter and son of strict and conventional parents. So united are her parents in Uma's mind that she conflates their names. "MamaPapa themselves rarely spoke of a time when they were not one. The few anecdotes they related separately acquired great significance because of their rarity, their singularity." Throughout, Desai perfectly matches form and content: details are few, the focus narrow, emotions and needs given no place. Uma, as daughter and female, expects nothing; Arun, as son and male, is lost under the weight of expectation. Now in her 40s, Uma is at home. Attempts at arranged marriages having ended in humiliation and disaster, and she is at MamaPapa's beck and call, with only her collection of bracelets and old Christmas cards for consolation. Uma flounces off, her grey hair frazzled, her myopic eyes glaring behind her spectacles, muttering under her breath. The parents, momentarily agitated upon their swing by the sudden invasion of ideas--sweets, parcel, letter, sweets--settle back to their slow, rhythmic swinging. They look out upon the shimmering heat of the afternoon as if the tray with tea, with sweets, with fritters, will materialise and come swimming out of it--to their rescue. With increasing impatience, they swing and swing. Arun, in college in Massachusetts, is none too happily spending the summer with the Pattons in the suburbs: their refrigerator and freezer is packed with meat that no one eats, and Mrs. Patton is desperate to be a vegetarian, like Arun. But what he most wants is to be ignored, invisible. "Her words make Arun wince. Will she never learn to leave well alone? She does not seem to have his mother's well-developed instincts for survival through evasion. After a bit of pushing about slices of tomatoes and leaves of lettuce--in his time in America he has developed a hearty abhorrence for the raw foods everyone here thinks the natural diet of a vegetarian--he dares to glance at Mr. Patton."Desai's counterpointing of India and America is a little forced, but her focus on the daily round, whether in the Ganges or in New England, finely delineates the unspoken dramas in both cultures. And her characters, capable of their own small rebellions, give Fasting, Feasting its sharp bite. --Ruth Petrie

À quarante ans, Sita attend sans l'avoir désiré son cinquième enfant. Epouse d'un riche homme d'affaires de Bombay, elle déteste les charges de la vie quotidienne qui l'épuisent. Lourde, lasse, elle décide de retourner pour les vacances d'été dans l'île où elle a passé toute son enfance auprès de son père, un émule de Gandhi. Mais les souvenirs que l'on a crus heureux peuvent révéler des surprises. Sita va revivre l'angoisse des épisodes troubles qu'elle croyait avoir oubliés, tandis que s'ancre en elle cette idée étrange et folle : il ne faut pas que l'enfant naisse dans ce monde si cruel. Elle continuera à le porter longtemps, peut-être toujours. Traduit de l'anglais par Anne-Cécile Padoux.

On aurait dit que leurs mères avaient soigné toutes ces jeunes filles comme des fleurs en pot jusqu'au moment où leurs joues seraient assez pleines, leurs lèvres assez brillantes; petits rires et chuchotements aboutissaient à cette grande décision: le mariage."Mais il s'agit presque toujours d'une union arrangée où l'amour ne joue aucun rôle. Possessive, autoritaire, étouffante, la famille indienne se révèle être ici un univers de violence, de cruauté et d'angoisse. Ravissante et intelligente, Anamika doit accepter le mari qu'on lui impose et qui sera son bourreau. Uma, laide, sotte et donc impossible à marier, est condamnée à devenir la vieille fille au service de tous. Quant à Arun, le fils, le préféré, celui à qui tout est dû, il se heurtera, aux ÉtatsUnis où il croyait pouvoir respirer un air de liberté, à d'autres contraintes...Dur, lourd de sensualité inexprimée, Le jeûne et le festin est peut-être le plus beau livre d'Anita Desai.