To A Malabar Chameleon

In the more anonymous urban environs of Calcutta and Mumbai, Kamala Das wrote poems in English, under her own name. Her poetry brought her many honours, including a nomination for the Nobel Prize in literature in 1984. One year after her death, it has drawn Canadian writer and documentary filmmaker, Merrily Weisbord, to publish a memoir about her friendship with Das.

After two marriages, a relationship, and with her children flying the coop, Weisbord was ready to take a break from her own memoir. She caught a flight to Kerala to meet Kamala Das, who according to her was 바카라�the first Hindu woman to write frankly about sexual desire바카라�.

Weisbord, like the rest of the world, came to know of this aspect of Das when she published her autobiography, Ente Katha (later, in English, My Story). Apart from the often quoted instances of marital rape and her husband바카라�s homosexuality, the book was yet another attempt by Das to cut away from her ancestral roots.

In 1995, when Weisbord first met Das, she was recently widowed and was brooding. Weisbord was similarly restless and adrift. Das agreed almost instantly to the Canadian memoirist바카라�s suggestion that they write a book together. The Love Queen of Malabar is the story of two remarkably strong women bonding across바카라�and perhaps because of바카라�cultural chasms.

Weisbord is no Boswell and that works well for the book. Her directness drew out Das, instinctively rebellious, yet weighed down by Kerala바카라�s oppressive proneness to manufactured consent. For Weisbord too the process was rewarding; she rediscovered her world through Kamala바카라�s eyes.

For a period after her husband바카라�s death, Kamala Das was writing repeatedly about her childhood in her ancestral Nair home, with its retinue of maid servants, oil baths, snake gardens and other feudal trappings. Writers as early as Shelley were fooled by the female autonomy suggested by the inheritance law of matriliny practised by the Nairs of Kerala. Kamala Das laid the Nair exotica thick. It was getting a bit tiring.

Then, suddenly, on a December day in 1999, she announced her conversion to Islam. Two days later Das also spoke of her intention to remarry. It was out of the blue; she had even kept Weisbord in the dark about her plans for conversion. It was also her final break with the past. Her life was under threat. There were uneasy thoughts that she might be triggering something bigger than the Hindu-Muslim thing. 바카라�Certainly her action has electrified Kerala바카라�s somewhat moribund social scene,바카라� journalist Leela Menon wrote during the time. 바카라�The state, many feel, is evolving into a land of widows, with women outliving men and depression stalking the land. In such a scenario, Kamala may even appear to be an alternative.바카라�

In Weisbord바카라�s memoir about Das바카라�s tumultuous last 14 years of her life, she brings out her creativity with honesty, her habit of inventing truth (there is nothing she said about herself or her husband that she didn바카라�t later contradict), her mood-swings, and her life under siege, both from her enemies and from the 바카라�protectors바카라� of her new belief.

Happily, it also brings out the very core of Das, which is her writing. There are descriptions about Das breaking into a poem often, and playfully constructing a roman a clef novel about herself and the Kerala MP who loved and betrayed her. An insight I got from the book is the empathy Das felt for the poetess Lawrence Hope. Adela Florence Nicolson or the masculine name she took, Lawrence Hope, was a popular romantic poet of the early twentieth century whose book of poems, mostly about unrequited love, raised a storm for their eroticism and autobiographical suggestions. In the ensuing scandal, Hope took her life. The reason for Kamala Das바카라�s identification with the poetess could be that annihilating her own self was something she did quite often.

(N.S. Madhavan바카라�s novel The Litanies of Dutch Battery was recently published by Penguin)