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  1. Book ImageA State of Freedom: A Novel

    Neel Mukherjee

    A devastating novel of multiple narratives, “a mark of Neel Mukherjee’s range and force and ambition” (New York Times Book Review).

A Conversation between Neel Mukherjee and Hanya Yanagihara on A State of Freedom

Hanya Yanagihara: Well, I suppose I’m going to begin with the obvious. Your brilliant novel is—title, structure, and fury—deliberately in conversation with V. S. Naipaul’s In a Free State. Will you talk a little about how and why your novel is a response to his?

Neel Mukherjee: Thank you so much for your intelligent, warm, and generous response to A State of Freedom. Yes, you’re absolutely correct: It is a conversation with V. S. Naipaul’s 1971 masterpiece, In a Free State.

One of the most salient features of literature as I see it is that all writing is a conversation with the dead. Naipaul’s work is never far from my thoughts—I think of him as one of the greatest novelists of the last century—but I don’t know why it should have been this particular novel of his which started pushing its way up to the surface from somewhere deep down in myself. As I began writing A State of Freedom, I was thinking of writing something that would experiment with form; more specifically, with the elements that are normally considered crucial to coherence in the realist novel—such as plot, character, continuity—and thinking whether we could do away with all those and still have something that could answer to the name of “novel.” In other words, what if all the connective tissue was taken out—could a narrative still cohere by other means such as, say, metaphorical underpinnings, or meaning? Could discrete parts make a sum without the simple method of scalar addition?

Naipaul did exactly that, although with some contestation, in In a Free State. Subtitled “A novel with two supporting narratives,” it features the eponymous novella, two stories which he calls “supporting documents,” and the bookends of a prologue and an epilogue; so, accurately, “a novel with four supporting narratives.” It results in a formally original and dazzling book, over and above being a remarkable, clear-eyed, truthful, and brutal meditation on exile and displacement. Because form seems to have historically been considered—and is still seen as—a White Guy’s thing, and because Naipaul never strayed from the realist mode, In a Free State was never acknowledged for its pushing at the boundaries of form. Rereading In a Free State, I was struck by how its revolutionary nature still remains untarnished, and so I had the idea of attempting an homage, a conversation, which would have as its jumping-off point the set of questions about realism and its cohering principles that I mentioned earlier. At the end of the arc—to pursue the jumping metaphor—I wanted to land at a point where realism has been made to accommodate something that is its generic opposite, such as the ghost story, while keeping what is commonly understood as realist content intact. In other words, a Trojan horse of realism. I wanted to continue the thinking about realism that I had begun with my previous novel, The Lives of Others, and continue to push the realist form in another direction or, to put it slightly differently, bring another set of torsions and pressures to bear upon it to see if it could yield something new.

HY: I do think you’ve created a chimeric book, something that truly pushes the form into what one might consider a kind of molecular-level mutation of what a novel is. Along with alluding to the structural liberties of Naipaul’s book, I also sensed a kind of echo in your book’s sheer propulsiveness, in its expressions of anger through the rhythms of language itself (the final section, which is utterly breathtaking—I was gasping as I read it—is a good example of this). Could you talk a little about the different voices and linguistic patterns you used here for the different sections? Also, I’d like you to tell me more about the allegorical quality of the book. Each of these sections could be read as allegories… and yet they also feel equally, completely rooted in a natural realism tradition. How conscious were you of that balance? Also, I have a theory that the word “allegorical” is applied, lazily, to stories about poor, dark people living in circumstances that we in the West call “impossible” simply because we’ve never seen them. What are your thoughts on that?

NM: Yes, it was very clear to me from the beginning that each of the five sections composing A State of Freedom had to be written in a different style, a different voice. One of them, Section II, is narrated in the first person, so all I had to do was give the narrator a style befitting his Western-educated, Indian-born, London-living, liberal position. The other four sections are mostly done in a combination of omniscient narration and free indirect discourse, with the distance between the central characters’ minds and points of view increasing or decreasing with the flow of the narrative, with the final section done in a free indirect discourse that cleaves as closely to the character’s consciousness as possible. Sections III and IV are stylistically simpler—or cleaner, if you will—on the surface than Sections I and II. Part of the reason for this variety is organically dictated by the material of the stories, the people and the social contexts and stations they feature, but part of it is also motivated by a desire for variety, to mark off distinct and discrete sections in what is a suite of narratives.

As for the allegorical feel to some of the sections, that is something surprising: I didn’t aim for that effect, so I would imagine that it is the surplus that good readers or intelligent criticism always adds to a text. But it was part of my project to gesture as subtly as I could to a world over and above and beyond the one that is “completely rooted in a natural realism tradition.”

Your final point about a certain Western shortfall of imagination and understanding is one that could keep us here for ages; I don’t even know where to begin on that point. Being a writer from India has always already imprisoned me in a box called “Indian,” with all that that term and its associations entail. So, for example, no one is going to even think about experimentation with form when reading my work. On the other hand, stable, self-satisfied, first-world societies, which think they have reached “the end of history,” consider relationship dramas, divorce, adultery, and the endlessly fascinating self (of course) as the only worthwhile subjects of the novel. Oh, and it must fetishize the sentence! Now that history is having the last laugh in the West, there is much hand-wringing going on about how the novel must return to society and politics and history. LOL, as the kids say.

HY: Let’s open that box labeled “Indian” for a moment. One of the things I found most startling, most bracing, about this book was its fury, its horror-show quality: Sections I, III, and V, in particular, feel shadowed, as one experiences a nightmare. It is a fiction about how grotesque inequities of money and power make grotesqueries of humans, how they deform humanity. It is, to this reader at least, a book about contemporary India and its rot, as much as it’s also about language and linkage. What, then, is the role of India in your novel?

NM: Yes, you’re right—on a fundamental and important level, it is a book about India. (A side point: If you’re a novelist and born and raised in India, I think you are going to be in material for the rest of your life; it’s a great gift that country gives you.) For a country which has such a long history, it seems to be forever in a process of flux, forever unsettled, in a ferment. I’ve said this before and I think it bears repeating: India is always in a state of becoming instead of having a fixed state of being; a vast, seething, dense, pluralistic process. Nowhere is this clearer than on the most basic—and most important—constituent level of its people. A hunger marks them: the hunger for a better life, if not for themselves then for their children.

That always-burning desire to be somewhere better, to have something better, the thirst for elsewhere—look closely at that desire for elsewhere and a shape and content emerge for what the here and now is. The more conventional part of my interest was in looking at the “here,” and the conditions of the here that give rise to the desire for anything that might affect an escape, some chance that will take people out of the dismal, hopeless cul-de-sac of their lives and give them other possibilities. The more interesting thing—at least for me—that I attempted to do was to parse all those ideas of unsettlement, of elsewhere, of moving from one life to another, and create a counterpoint to the hardcore realism of the book. What is a ghost if not a being in transit, a result of unsuccessful migration? What is a ghost story if not a narrative of an unsettled history?

All of us dwell in possibility. In India, more than any other country I know, that holds especially true. And both end points of possibility are equally true of a life in India—to make something of your life or to have your life come to nothing pursuing possibilities. This book is a look at both outcomes.

HY: Well, that is beautifully (and truly) stated. And you’re very right: Nowhere but in India, perhaps, is one more aware that one (even as a visitor) is a participant in a giant, billion-stranded, millennia-old, contradictory plot—the entire country is a palimpsest, and it can at times feel that everything you’re experiencing is being written in sand, to be blown away within minutes or hours. I feel the same way, to some extent, about being an American writer, but America is a very young country and India is a very old one, which means it’s been ensnared in the apparently endless process of its own becoming for thousands of years.

But I want to switch topics now and talk about the book’s wonderful unfinished quality. How much did you struggle over the amount of connective tissue you wanted to include… and how much you wanted to leave unsaid? I always admire books that make good use of absences, and by writers who resist the temptation to overexplain. Was that a challenge here?

NM: Yes, it’s an odd state, both liberating and ensnaring simultaneously. On the unfinished quality and the amount left out: To be honest, I don’t know how much of it was by design, and how much the result of serendipity. Sure, I took decisions on a micro level about the joining and the fitting—the carpentry side of writing, which I enjoy enormously—and planned carefully the internal system of assonances, rhythms, echoes, resonances, repetitions on which the book depends so much. But writing, as you well know, is nine parts instinct, I feel; and I was fortunate in that the book fell into my head, structure and themes and all. There are things that I didn’t want spelled out; for obvious reasons, I cannot say what they are. I wanted to replicate in some ways what a haunting or what the spectral is; a matter of things barely seen through the corner of one’s vision that disappears when one turns one’s head towards them, a matter of fears, whispers, things under the surface that may or may not have “real” existence.

There is another aspect, a largely unsung one, and that is the role of editors. My editors tell me where I’ve left out too much, where I’ve “over-egged the pudding.” (Great term, no?) I was very clear in the writing of the book that readers would have to bring it together in their heads—I wanted to allow them a measure of agency in the meaning-making of the book (as readers invariably do, of course, but with more freedom here). Think of it as an invitation.

HY: I agree: The carpentry of the book is by far the most enjoyable, and the part that can produce a real sense of accomplishment. The rest—the conception of the house itself, its mood and aesthetic—is, as you say, instinct. And I think you conjure the spectral with extraordinary control here: There is very much the sense that things are happening just off camera, things that would vanish or flit away should you try to face them head-on.

Nowhere is this sensation more powerful than “The Bear,” the third section. As the narrative moves forward, one has the sense of it also moving backwards, of the crack between the world of the book and the ghost world beyond it widening the farther from home Lakshman moves. As a writer, it seems to me that this must have been the most difficult of the sections to create: I find that dread is one of the most difficult moods to suggest, and you do so brilliantly here. But I should ask the writer himself: Was there in fact a single section that was hardest to make, or was each so inseparable from the others that you could only see the book as a whole, linked unit, each part inextricable from its cousin?

NM: Dread is indeed one of the hardest things to create on the page but sometimes, if you’re lucky, something akin to alchemy happens, whereby the parts of the whole come together—I’ve referred to scalar addition earlier—to create an effect that is a sort of vector. Effects aiming for the spectral must necessarily fall within this category. Since the narratives are significantly and substantially different from each other, all of them posed different challenges in the conceptualizing and the execution. One of the challenges in Section III, the one with Lakshman and his bear, Raju, was to distill the sheer repetitiveness and boredom of an itinerant life, in which large tracts of time, in its purest form, weigh heavy on Lakshman’s life, without making the narrative itself get mired and silted up in the hellish accumulation of Lakshman’s days and become boring. What I’m trying to say is this: The book was simultaneously conceived as a whole and as parts comprising the whole. With one half of my mind, I had to think only about the part that I was planning and writing; with the other half, I had to consider its place in the whole, the relationship and echoes and connections each had with the others. Also, it may be of some interest to know that I wrote and finished an individual section before embarking on another, but not in the order they appear in the book.

HY: The final section truly is a remarkable, breathless piece of writing, and I especially admired how, in Section III, Raju exists both as a metaphor for Lakshman’s own place in the world and as his own, complete being.

There are those who will read this book and think it a call to arms, a demand that we reckon with the most base forms of injustice (especially, perhaps, in this particular American moment). What, if anything, should a fiction do or incite?

NM: I remain unconvinced that fiction—or the arts, in general—has any traction in the real world; “Poetry makes nothing happen,” as W. H. Auden wrote. And at this particular moment in the world, nothing seems to have traction: not evidence, not science, not truth. Besides, a turn has come about in the specific world of fiction too—the zeitgeist seems to be with the autobiographical, as if fiction is only authentic when there is a legible and straightforward line that can be drawn between the author’s life and her/his fiction. What this is leading to is an erosion of the kind of truth that only fiction can convey. We are witnessing a turn towards a period when the writer is more important than the writing. The world is divided between two kinds of writers—those who think that the self is the only true subject, and those who think that only the world outside the self is worth writing about; in other words, fiction as mirror versus fiction as window pane. The former camp is winning, for now. Fiction must be a quarrel with the times; otherwise, why write?

Reading Group Guide for A State of Freedom by Neel Mukherjee

  • One of the epigraphs for this novel comes from V.S. Naipaul’s A Bend in the River: “After all, we make ourselves according to the ideas we have of our possibilities.” How does Mukherjee’s novel confirm this idea?
  • Why do you think Mukherjee begins the novel with the story of an Indian father and his six-year-old American-born son—a relationship that shines a light on what it means to be “a tourist in one’s own country”? Has the father lost a part of himself—the Indian part—by living in another country? Do you think this is why, in the opening paragraph of the novel, he “[breaks] down and [weeps] for his son”?
  • Section I has a nightmarish quality. What accounts for this?
  • What was your perception of the narrator in Section II? He is Indian-born, but he’s also a Western-educated liberal living in London and writing a book. Why is he unsettled by his parents’ lifestyle? By befriending “the help” does he betray his mother and father? What are the implications of his interest in the servants?
  • The narrator in Section II feels a particular connection with Renu, the cook. What brings them together? What do they offer each other?
  • Renu is dismissed for “behaving very badly.” The narrator is stunned. Mukherjee seems to be saying something here about our limited capacity to really know and empathize with one another. What prevents the narrator from truly knowing Renu? Were you surprised by Renu’s behavior?
  • How does Lakshman seem to feel about Raju in the beginning of Section III? How does his relationship with Raju change throughout this section of the novel? Does Lakshman’s “state of freedom” seem to change as well?
  • When Salim pierces the bear’s nose with rope, he counsels Lakshman not to worry about the animal’s pain. “They heal quickly, they’re strong,” he says. “It’s we, humans, who are weak.” In what ways does this section support this claim?
  • Salim urges Lakshman to select a name for the bear, at which point it becomes clear that Raju is Lakshman’s property, under his control. Does Mukherjee suggest something here about the moral complexities or consequences of taking control of another being’s life? How do Lakshman’s actions throughout this section reflect his sense of responsibility to the bear?
  • We see Milly, who starts working at only eight years old, in three different households. What kind of mental and emotional abuse does she experience in each setting? What are the implications?
  • Before Milly leaves for her third household appointment, Sabina tries to comfort her: “No need to be afraid,” she says. “You’re going to a better life. You’ll be able to send money back home regularly, quite a lot of money.” But once again Milly encounters horrific conditions; she’s not allowed to go outside. What is Mukherjee saying here about violence and despair in the class system? Are we warned against striving for a better life?
  • Milly finally makes her escape from the Vachanis in a cupboard that Mukherjee compares to a coffin. Describing how Milly has put her trust in Binay and hidden in this locked cupboard, Mukherjee writes, “She had put her trust in one man, a man she didn’t know at all, with whom she had only had a number of phone calls.” Is there any reason Milly chooses to trust Binay?
  • Milly is finally set free when “all she wanted was the security of being fixed to one place, the safety and comfort of not being alone.” Explore how freedom for Milly might interfere with her sense of security and/or ability to form attachments. How might this help to explain the novel’s title?
  • Why does Mukherjee end the novel with the brief, bleak story of a dying man? What is he saying about human dignity in the face of violence and oppression? In what way does this man’s story extend the novel’s scope into a critique of contemporary India?
  • Explore the theme of freedom throughout the novel. Who’s free and who’s enslaved?
  • How are the characters in this novel responsible for their own states of freedom?
  • How would you characterize this novel’s structure? Discuss the literary devices used, such as the shift to first-person narration in Section II, the chapter format in Section IV, and the unbroken narration in Section V. What makes each section unique? How do the sections link together?
  • All the characters in A State of Freedom want better lives, but they’re seldom rewarded for their striving. What is Mukherjee saying here about the lives of the less fortunate? In what sense is the novel about the costs of freedom and the limits of human resilience?

About Neel Mukherjee

Neel Mukherjee was born in Calcutta. He is the author of A State of Freedom, A Life Apart, winner of the Writers’ Guild of Great Britain Award for best fiction, among other honors, and The Lives of Others, which was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize and won the Encore Prize. He lives in London.

Books by Neel Mukherjee

  1. Book CoverA Life Apart: A Novel

    "A brilliant first novel . . . shockingly good." —Rose Tremain, Daily TelegraphMore

  2. Book CoverThe Lives of Others

    Shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize, this “dazzling” (Entertainment Weekly) saga of epic scope is both a family and a political drama.More

  3. Book CoverA State of Freedom: A Novel

    What happens when one attempts to exchange the life one is given for something better? Can we transform the possibilities we are born into?More