“My fingers aren’t home to stars. They are war journals recounting an era of undoing myself.”
For a person familiar with Megha Rao’s poetry, this book will be nothing more than an extension of the lyricism and imagery that her words are capable of creating. For those who have never heard/read her, this book will be a fine experience for magical realism. Since I was quite familiar with her work, I couldn’t help but draw comparisons, find similarities in the prose and the theme that she usually encompasses in her poetry. There’s nothing wrong in that since it is that niche which has her pack pf wolves rooting for her through every facet of her life. So, there are two ways of looking at this book, combined with the essence of the writer and in isolation. Let’s see it both ways.
What is the story of Music to Flame Lillies?
Honestly, this isn’t the kind of book one reads for a compelling plot. But nevertheless, the story is quite engaging. Noor, an artist lives in London but after the death of her best friend, she doesn’t feel at home anymore. Her roots on the paternal side lie in Kashmir, which is another metaphor for her broken identity. But this book is not set in Kashmir. Instead, it focuses upon a small village called Herga in South India which is where her maternal grandparents lived. After Noor receives a message from her dead best friend’s phone, she decides to go back to the village which is surrounded by superstition and melancholy like you’ve never seen before. Majority of the chapters show Noor in Village Herga, feeling like an outsider, despite it being the place she grew up at.
Isolation
Isolation is a resounding theme in the book. And thus, if we look at this novel in isolation without considering the author who wrote it, it will appear just as the protagonist – beautiful, yet broken. The lyricism, imagery and the storyline of the book along with its characters are just so beautifully haunting. Noor’s journey from cynicism to belief; the set-up of a rural village that believes in Ghosts, Jinns and all things supernatural; a well that has taken the life of Kirti (Noor’s best friend) and her mother along with so many elements weaves into a perfect tale that resembles old myths. But the prose does appear broken in parts. It feels as if Megha has tried putting in parts of her poetry in conversations and in descriptions, solely for the sake of occupying space, even in places where it doesn’t fit. The mood of an event is guided by the descriptions, but in certain places, the prose felt disconnected with the story. It was still beautiful, but it didn’t feel like it was put in the right place. But that was only in certain chapters.
Supernatural – To believe or not to believe
You can read this entire book and still not know for sure whether it is right to believe in magic and supernatural happenings or not. That is the dilemma that Noor also dealt with, right till the end. The power that man has over supernatural versus the power that supernatural events have over a man’s destiny is a recurring theme. Was the well responsible for the death of Kirti or was it Kirti’s mother’s death that eventually led to hers? There are plenty of chapters where you would be tempted to believe just because the thought is so alluring. That is the charm of magical realism. It is riveting, it seeps inside your skin and makes you feel like you’re in a dream.
Where does Kashmir come in place, then?
Since I belong to Jammu and Kashmir, every time I see the place being mentioned, I immediately connect with it more. But Noor’s identity as a Kashmiri is similar to her identity as an artist. It is mentioned, it shapes who she is but it doesn’t hold any relevance to the story. The only time it matters that her family is living in Kashmir is to instil further isolation in her when there is a communication blackout and to convey that reality can be just as dangerous as magic.
The Magician
The review of this book would be incomplete without mentioning another significant character who carried the intrigue in the book on his shoulders. Kalki, the magician who has a swoon-worthy personality. Thinking of Kalki is like thinking of a biker with tattoos who quotes Derrida and Foucault. He is beyond stereotypes. He is the bad boy attraction with all the nice guy traits. He pets wolves, commands ghosts and in the end, is the only person who grips the attention of the reader more than Noor.
Quotes From Music to Flame Lillies
There are many beautiful quotes from this book and if I tried compiling them all, this post would be much longer than it is. But here are a few to give you a glimpse of what you can expect:
“We are all wishing the dead back to life. We’re half alive and they are possessing the rest of us even when they’re not around anymore.”
“Time undresses itself in front of me like a stripper. The clothes fall off one by one and she tells me she has to leave now. Her shift is over. There is nothing left here anymore except emptiness.”
“He is my favourite monster. Werewolf to my wild moonlight. Lotus to my forbidden waters. Born of half gods and animals. Light to my dark, darkness to my light. His name is a song on my lips, a poem of wonders seeping right into my bones, and it moves me, shakes me, terrifies me, burns me, kills me, revives me.”