A thin line separates name-dropping and references that appear naturally in the narrative flow, adding something to it. An example of the former would be Malayalam films like ‘August Club’ or ‘Pakal Nakshatrangal’, both of which have dialogues replete with references to books and authors, many of whom happen to be my favourites too. But these references in these films do not add any value to the narrative, rather they end up irritating you, for it is evident that they don’t belong there, but were dragged in there just so that you will be impressed by the scriptwriter’s reading list.
An example of the latter could be N.S.Madhavan’s ‘Lanthanbatheriyile Luthiniyakal’ (Littanies of Dutch Battery), which is replete with too many references, to musicians, songs, books, movies and what not. But none of them sticks out like a sore thumb. Instead, they add value to a book, which chronicles life in an imaginary island, somewhere near the islands of Kochi, in the 1960s. It also happens to be a short history of the Communist party in those regions, of Chavittunadakam and of the many unknown and lesser people of these regions, people like union leader Nelson Fernandes, playwright and songwriter for Mehboob. And of course, Fort Kochi’s own Mehboob and the great K.L.Saigal.
References work in two ways – one, the references to songs/books/movies/people you are familiar with, which make you return to these, yet again. Like, how I listened to Saigal’s ‘Dil hi toot gaya’, ‘Ek Bangla bane’, ‘Soja Rajkumari’ and other gems that night or how I went back and searched for my photograph of Anita Thampy’s ‘speech portrait’ on Nelson Fernandes at the Uru Art Harbour in Mattancherry. Two, the references which lead you to songs/books/movies/people you haven’t paid attention to till then, like how I went and listened to the songs of ‘Jeevitha Nouka’, which pops up quite a few times in the book.
The main narrative, though spans only around two decades, condenses within in a sweeping history of the islands of Kochi, through the life of Jessica, belonging to a family of boat builders, from the time she was in her mother’s womb to the unfortunate events that cloud her youth. Had I known that this book was set in the small islands of Kochi, I would have arrived at it much earlier, as I have taken quite a fascination for the region after reading P.F.Mathews’s two brilliant books – ‘Chavunilam’ and ‘Iruttil oru punyalan’, both set in similar landscape. Something in that landscape seems to be capable of drawing out the best from the writers.
The book leaves you with a few memorable characters, from Jessica to her grandfather Markose, who was believed to be lost in the sea and pops up one fine morning in front of their household after several decades, or even the not so likeable Pushpangadan master, who has dedicated his life to proving Fermat’s last theorem wrong.
‘Lanthanbatheriyile…’ is quite a world away from N.S.Madhavan’s short stories. It looks like he spent the three decades of his writing career prior to this in secretly shaping this debut novel of his. It is worth the delay, his delayed debut novel and my much delayed arrival at it.