Hats, Frybabe, Éloïse, kidsal, everybody: My apologies for answering so late.
And thank you,
Frybabe, for answering
Hats' question for me. It made by absence less glaring.
Hats, it is a very special pleasure to see you back.
hank you all for being here with me. Without you we couldn't HAVE , this exchange!
Hats, yes, what we are focusing on is volume 4 of the
Raj Quartet. All four volumes have
individual titles. The title of
volume 4 is A Division of the Spoils. The volume deals with the period from 1945 to 1947, ending with the Partition of the Indian subcontinent into India and Pakistan.
In volume 4 the reader meets OLD characters, some in the then "present" time, some merely referred to, but also NEW characters, like Guy Perron. An overwhelming array of people marches across the pages of these novels; they all carry the story forward, many are unnamed (like Barbie's 'Unknown Indian') and a great many never are heard from again. They form the "background", not unlike the chorus in an opera, but in an immense line stretching to the end of vision and becoming blurred.
Some events in which the "old" characters were involved in the previous volumes are brought up again in volume
4 - events of which the "new" characters could have no knowledge. That requires a lot of REtelling by the author, as you have seen, and he obliviously relished
l o n g conversations, which could qualify as
speeches. In fact, sometimes we simply have to put the book down and let the information gel for a time, just as Ḗloïse has indicated. Thankfully, we can take the time.
That is what makes it necessary for me to go back to retrace a specific connection in context as to
when it had happened. I don't consider it a divergence from what is actually happening "in the moment" of volume 4, but rather a clarification, elaboration, ultimately an amplification of the circuitous path Paul Scott has taken.
The four volumes are a continuum, but it all fits together, not a single stitch is dropped in the intricate fabric of the story.
It seems to me that we are not
unraveling this novel so much as
reassembling it, perhaps like putting shards of colored glass in varying sizes back on a vast canvas whose details have long faded and whose once magnificent frame is splintered.
Hats, as the wonderful puzzle solver you are, would you say that is a possible analoygy?
In Chapter 1 of this volume, we accompanied (vicariously, of course) Guy Perron, whom we had just met
, to a party at the home of a Maharanee, named Aimée; were later privy to the discovery of a murder - in reality a failed suicide, and were justifiably anxious to learn whether Major Merrick would be able to entrap Perron in his (Merrick's) net. There is no immediate answer. But the date is important: August 7, 1945.
We are currently going over the events described in Chapter 2, "Journeys into Uneasy Distances". Scott shifts gears, forward in time, way forward beyond 1947, and then brings us back to August 7, 1945, the day after Hiroshima ... not yet directly ahead, but through the thicket of long introspective passages by Sarah, and flashbacks to significant events of which the returning paterfamilias Col. Layton knew only what he was told, if he was told at all. We are going to discover later that he did not know that Susan had a breakdown and was in a world of her own in an institution. At the moment in the story Susan is at least functioning.
Those of you you have Volume 2 called "The Day of the Scorpion" on hand will find some chapters compelling.
A reader coming straight from reading "The Jewel in the Crown" might find the beginning of "The Day of the Scorpion" slow and, at first glance, even somewhat disconnected from volume 1, for some aspects were not prominently mentioned before, for example the independent princely states, their precarious status and their role. However, the fictional Mirat, one such princely estate, is the scene of crucial action in volume 2, and again in volume 4, yet to come.
No one but Scott has described the sights, sounds, scents, immensity, the glorious architecture and the concomitant abject poverty of India in more vibrant, exquisite language.
To be continued