Before I read this book, I hadn’t really read much of Kipling-‘Jungle Book’ when I was a kid ( deeply disappointing, too few singing animals, too much violence and nuance), ‘If’ was a poem we had in school, and after watching ‘The Man who would be King’ in my teens and absolutely loving it, I read the book of short stories this story’s from-bad decision again, it also had the short story ‘Baa Baa Black sheep’ which traumatized me for weeks, since it depicts in unflinching detail the abuse that Kipling and his sister were subjected to as boarders in England when they were children. So a biography of a writer I haven’t really read, and thought of as an evil racist warmonger, wasn’t a natural choice. My husband picked this out for me at random from my office library, and I have never been more grateful for a random selection! This book not just contextualizes Kipling, it’s also a nuanced look at that time period in North India, and I loved his descriptions of the founding and development of Bombay and Shimla. Allen includes references to Kipling’s work throughout, poems, or short stories, to give you background on what he was possibly going through when he wrote that, and that was interesting enough to make me want to read the relevant piece of work, which led me to realise that critics of Kipling don’t seem to have actually read his work, or have read just a few lines and not bothered with the rest. ‘The ballad of east and west’, for instance, with its famous first line, is a poem that goes on to show you how that point of view’s complete nonsense, apart from managing to be quite a moving elegy on a roving brigand accepting that his way of life might be coming to an end, and it’s not without sympathy. The work for which he’s most reviled, ’White man’s burden’, is less a call to arms and the glorification of a civilizing mission, than a tongue-in cheek sending up of gung-ho colonial propaganda, one of the lines in it is “The savage wars of peace—Fill full the mouth of Famine And bid the sickness cease;” , with many other lines in similar vein: I don’t think Kipling could help how people chose to interpret( or
misinterpret) his work.
Kipling was born in India, to parents who didn’t really quite fit into simple class categories: the Victorian Age saw a new educated middle class arise, who reached their social position because of their professions and not because of their lineage or parentage or connections to the Armed Forces. Kipling’s father was an architect and artist, and his mother was from a very progressive, artistic family: her family has an entire biography to itself because of the fascinating women and their work in the arts, and the men they married . They never really felt like they belonged in England, where it was difficult for Lockwood Kipling to find employment without patronage, and he did what all men in similar circumstances at the time did-move to India to make their fortune. Kipling and his sister were born in Bombay, and were almost entirely raised by several nannies and gardeners and other Indians who were part of the domestic staff of the house given to Lockwood Kipling at the JJ School of Art in Bombay. Kipling and his sister, Trix, grew up speaking fluent Marathi, Urdu and English, which explains a lot about his later life and vivid descriptions of places other foreigners wouldn’t really have been able to access. Kipling and Trix were sent back to England when they were around 8 years old, and sent to a peculiarly specific type of institution-a boarding house, specifically for what were known as ‘Raj orphans’- children of employees of the British Raj ,whose parents probably couldn’t afford to send them to school in England, but who also couldn’t be educated in village schools because of the invisible class barrier. The strange thing is that they could have been sent to any of Alice Kipling’s many siblings, but her misplaced ego wouldn’t let her do that, and sent off her children to a boarding house in Wales instead ( it was a different time, parents didn’t have any qualms about leaving their children in the care of adults, in a country halfway across the world, who might turn out to be sadistic.) This was a terrible experience for
Kipling and Trix, because the woman running it seems to have hated children, and threatened the
children with even worse consequences if they communicated their despair to anyone-with the sad
outcome that Kipling’s many aunts and uncles who visited left with the impression that they were doing fine. It’s taken a complete breakdown ( the first of many to follow, in Kipling’s life) for Alice Kipling to realise that her children were not fine, when they were taken away from there, and sent to live with an aunt instead, from where Kipling was enrolled in a school set up for children like him-the new Victorian middle class who still couldn’t afford the expensive public schools( vehemently not for most of the “public”). While Kipling writes fondly of his school, most of the children there were being trained to join the Army or the Civil Services, while that wasn’t a path that he could follow, being quite a frail child, and his parents not being financially well off enough to send him off to college to prepare for the bureaucracy, and this was another circumstance that led to him feeling like he didn’t fit in. When he left school at 16, he took up work immediately, at the Civil and Military Gazette, the newspaper at Lahore, and finally joined his parents there-Lockwood Kipling was the curator of the newly being set up Lahore Museum, the grounds of which housed the zam zama, featured in one of the best opening paragraphs ever to be written in fiction. Kipling’s strange upbringing, his obvious talent with languages and the difficulty of slotting him into one social class or another clearly helped him in his interactions, which would inform his writing. The characters who people his stories come from all sorts of backgrounds, professions and walks of life, and clearly he was good at getting along with people-possibly they were also indulgent to someone who was very nearly a child, 16 is very young to deal with the world with
maturity. I read Kim immediately after this, and apart from Kim sharing Kipling’s birth year, there seem to be other aspects of similarity. Since Kipling was exposed to such a variety of perspectives, his stories reflect this, apart from remarkable clear sightedness about the context. As my husband remarked about ‘Kim’, Kipling is clearly exhilarated about India-its diversity of cultures and languages and faiths, the widely varying landscapes, he people and their political and social contexts, it’s not superficial-he can see the dark heart within too, of the land, and the colonial project. I loved the historical context as well, particularly of the development of Shimla, and the attitudes of the colonial government and all the ancillary actors in this drama. This book is so interesting, that you want to instantly read the short story ,or the poem that Allen refers to, while describing the historical context, so I ended up reading a lot more Kipling than I ever had, and realizing that I had missed out on what have now become some of my favourite works-I don’t know any other writer with his reputation who wrote about the colonial project with such derision, for the tolls it was taking on mostly not well-off young subalterns, the cruelties inflicted on the colonies and the damage it was causing mentally . I usually read biographies or memoirs of writers I’ve already read -this is a unique biography that turns you into a fan of Kipling even if you’ve never read his work before. It serves both as an introduction to this complicated man who wrote so
sensitively, but not without humour, about a very different country.