The sensation of feeling nostalgic comes easily to us. It is so very easy to relapse to the feeling of things were so much better in my younger days and look at the world with a feeling of being wronged by the passage of time. This is what the magazines speak, the TV blares and this tone even seeps into my private conversations. People are not what they used to be, relations don't have the same sheen, music is not as attractive as it used to be, movies nowadays are superficial and the list goes on. This novel is such a dip in a lake of nostalgia - to a time in the 60's and 70's when Kerala was a hub of intellectual activity. This now does not exist is evident in the way the populace has withdrawn to islands of selfishness. The newspaper from a few weeks ago carried the image of a fireman carrying the body of a drowned youth from a lake, nothing totally unremarkable there ! What startled me was the number of people in the crowd who had their mobile cameras out and clicking away to glory. As a line in this story says, if you were to meet with an accident on the road, some of the people who snap your bloody pictures would be people who you meet and smile at every day before anyone even thinks of calling an ambulance. Such is the peripheral nature of interpersonal relations these days. An interesting world we live in now ain't it ?
The novel is divided to three : the past, the present and the future in the present. Everything in the story revolves around the half-malayali man Karnan Maharaj. A rather unremarkable person who is surrounded by a cast of off-the-beaten path characters. The backdrop is Trissur, a town in northern Kerala which also carries the name of being Kerala's cultural capital . However, I think the backdrop is more metaphorical than literal for all the hues that the city in this novel adorns itself with. The first half of the story set in the past is a series of musings by Karnan for his absent bosom friend,philosopher and guide Razak. Through these musings we travel through a turbulent time in the political landscape of Kerala as seen through the eyes of the characters. The second set of chapters in the present tell us the stories of each individual character and how they came to be what they are. The third and the shortest piece is the finale which draws the curtains on a lot of goings on in the lives of these characters. The namesake of Paper Lodge was an abode for a lot many of the so called angry youth in the 60's and 70's. But by the time us the readers enter the narrative, this building has gone down to rubble. Like many before it, this too attains larger than life status and becomes a legend.
The whole plot is in one way or another about the aftermath of sex. And by this I do not mean the physical exhaustion or the post coital whatnot ! I am talking more from an angle of how lust as an occurrence impacts society at large. The focus finally narrows down to the larger effects of post-abortion syndrome. From a largely irresponsible sexual life that most of the characters lead stems many of their fears,frustrations and ultimately their undoings. Some withdraw to quiet reflections while others sink into alcoholism and depression...to each his own hell ! The story travels from the wider roads of social and political milieu to the narrower lanes of sexuality and how it later encroaches into the personality itself of the characters. As the story ended, this vehicle full of all these amusing characters set me down along the road somewhere in Trissur. As the bus pulled away, I was not surprised to observe that not one of the characters turned back to wave a hand at me. I watched the tail lights dim to nothingness in the distance as I turned to the lane that would lead me home !
Recommended !