
In this colourful biography of Naipaul, Patrick French unravels the enigmatic genius with all his quirks, insecurities and troubled relationships.
Surely the most curious thing about Patrick French8217;s biography of V.S. Naipaul is that it has been published in the lifetime of its subject. An authorised biography, it draws extensively on 8220;more than 50,000 pieces of paper8221; 8212; including the journals of Naipaul8217;s first wife, Patricia Hale, that Naipaul had never read 8212; from an archive sold to an American university in 1993. In his introduction to what he sees as 8220;perhaps the last literary biography to be written from a complete paper archive8221;, French reminds us that Naipaul8217;s support for the project and his readiness to let it be published in his lifetime were 8220;at once an act of narcissism and humility8221;.
This carefully researched biography, the result of several years of work by the author of Younghusband and
Tibet, Tibet, traces the formation of Naipaul8217;s writing career and the evolution of such compelling novels like A House for Mr Biswas and such provocative works like An Area of Darkness and Beyond Belief. French draws on candid conversations with Naipaul that the biographer, declining to play the 8220;house liberal8221;, weaves into the pages without further comment. But in his introduction, French goes to the heart of Naipaul8217;s conviction about his literary calling: 8220;It may have begun as a pose, but it was a mask that had eaten into the face.8221;
French tells the story of the writer8217;s life 8212; the birth in an impoverished family in Trinidad, a land that he would reject early in his career; the brooding fascination for India in spite of a hatred for its dirt and poverty; and the various travel projects that made him look at the world with his keen, sceptical and too often disdainful eye. We are also treated to some admittedly gossipy but very entertaining background details of Naipaul8217;s travels around the world, such as Vinod Mehta8217;s description of the writer8217;s bewildering sense of entitlement 8220;It became very difficult for me, because he wanted my car all the time8221;; Nikhil Lakshman8217;s anecdote about his tightfistedness 8220;We went by train, first class8230; He didn8217;t pay for the train tickets8221; and Nasir Abid8217;s irritation at his behaviour 8220;Naipaul could never pronounce my name properly, he cultivated a lot of idiosyncrasies in his mannerisms, in his speech8221;.
But what is new in French8217;s biography is the candid account of Naipaul8217;s deep insecurities and his troubled relationships. The first marriage to Pat whom Naipaul met at Oxford; his affair with Margaret Gooding who remained his mistress for years; and finally his second marriage to Nadira Alvi whom he met during his travels in Pakistan. Pat, an undergraduate from a poor background like him, and on a state scholarship, was perhaps his best critic. Early in their relationship, she wrote to him scolding him for his 8220;silly notions8221; 8212; 8220;They are shallow, rather conceited and the mental equipment of the young man. But they indicate something which I would very much like you to lay aside for my sake: the belief that the mere fact of having a man is all-sufficient to a woman8217;s happiness, that the woman should make the man8217;s life her own without, it seems, a reciprocal action on the man8217;s side and in short the idea that marriage should entail selfishness on one side and annihilation on the other8230;8221; Yet, although Pat was an actor, a member of the Oxford Union Dramatic Society when he met her, Naipaul soon made her give up her stage career 8212; a loss that would remain a lifelong regret. Years later, Naipaul feels terrible about this: 8220;I wish I had encouraged her. Too late, alas8230; My wretchedness about that now8230; My great grief.8221;
The biography ends in 1996, 8220;rather than come too close to the distorting lens of the present8221;, with Pat dead of breast cancer, Margaret abandoned without explanation, and Nadira married to Naipaul. These are the bare facts, but it is all much more complicated than that 8212; and one of the achievements of this work is that French manages to refrain from making judgements and to remain compassionate even while telling a difficult story. The book ends with an oddly moving account of the couple driving out into the countryside to scatter Pat8217;s ashes. They almost get lost, and it is raining, the path is slippery. 8220;Around Gloucester the roads had changed, and Vidia could not work out where to go. He wept some more, and thought about returning home, of coming back another day8230;.8221;
As for the idea behind Naipaul8217;s permitting such a biography in his lifetime, letting all the warts be seen and documented, perhaps it is an attempt to bring the focus back to the works themselves. Because, as French reminds us of Naipaul8217;s Nobel lecture of 2001, 8220;All the details of the life and the quirks and the friendships can be laid out for us, but the mystery of the writing will remain.8221; copy;