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173 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1929
so lacking in distinctiveness that it could be applied to any story. Like an official label, it has nothing to impress us with. Let it be so. I’ve seen in Japan how, when the craftsman lavishes the joy of his skill on the blade of a sword, he leaves the scabbard entirely unadorned. May my story have the courage to reveal its nature of itself, not sending its title stridently before it like a herald.Now that Tagore’s novel has fearlessly revealed its nature to me, the word Jogajog seems an infinitely complex thing, shaded with a thousand meanings.
“For instance, by signing some deed. Does my signature count for nothing?”Somehow, Jogajog is endlessly subtle and explosively passionate. Somehow, Jogajog is both a dreamstate and an unflinching gaze on reality. But then, “reality has not the power to dispel by proofs the charm of a dream” (43). Then, “there's no point in wrestling with a moonlit night” (64).
“It counts for a great deal; but to us, not to our creditors.”
“I beg you, Dada, tell me what I can do.”
“Be good, be quiet, wait patiently—remember, in life that too is an enormous task. Keeping a boat steady in a storm is a job that needs doing: so is keeping one’s head. Bring my esraj [a musical instrument] here, play it awhile.”
“Dada, I wish with all my heart that I could do something.”
“Is playing the esraj nothing?”
“I want a really difficult task.”
“It’s much more difficult to play the esraj than it is to sign a deed” (211).