Hanif Kureishi’s latest novel is a startlingly clear-minded,
often hedonistic, but ultimately believable look at the complications of life,
love and sex. Jamal, a middle-aged psychoanalyst, remains obsessed with the
loss of his college girlfriend Ajita and lives in
guilt over his own participation in the murder of her father. Despite his own
neuroses, or rather, because of it, he has experienced great success in his
field, and enjoys an intimate all-access pass into the lives of the wealthy and
popular. As if in contrast, his sister Miriam, some variant of a spiritualist
with too many children and piercings, lives in disorder and filth, and he
shares a typically middle-class relationship with his son, Rafi,
who lives with his estranged wife Josephine. His Pakistani father is dead, and
his elderly English mother is in a relationship with a woman she knew as a
child.
Jamal’s famous director friend Henry suddenly embarks on an affair with
Miriam, which serves as a sort of turning point in excavating the past. It
turns out not only that Ajita is alive and well, but
her brother Mustaq - once also in love with Jamal -
has reinvented himself into a flamboyant, affluent celebrity musician. As
things take their course and it becomes clear that Jamal needs to confess to
his crime, what remains to be seen is whether his desperation to absolve
himself of his errors will tear them apart or bring them together.
Although Jamal is both narrator and default protagonist, every character
is so persuasive, so larger-than-life yet perceptively etched, that at most
times the book feels like a vehicle for an ensemble cast. And there are many -
exes, offspring, lovers, cameos both by real celebrities and characters taken
from Kureishi’s earlier fiction. No relationship has
a denouement, be it to a ghost made from guilt or a girlfriend. Everyone is
fair game in this complex web of selves past and present - and a declaration of
love is inevitably a declaration of war. Sex, of course, levels everything out,
from class to race to religion (the evil paterfamilias - for what’s a Freudian
analyst without one? - that was Ajita’s father is
replaced by the Bush-Blair empire, and its effects on an England just about to
be hit by terrorism). Miriam and Henry indulge in orgies at clubs; the same occurs
in Mustaq’s home. Jamal and the preadolescent Rafi discuss sex, violence and psychology as they watch
cats copulate. Jamal has a less terrible, yet equally detrimental secret in his
past: a career as a pornographer. Sex is everywhere, with little hint of
scandal - unrealistic perhaps, but how refreshing.
The humour, when it appears, hits chords of
brilliance, as when Henry’s adult daughter Lisa visits Jamal at his office,
calls his work “patronizing analyst quackery”, then says, “Freud’s been discredited
over and over. Patient envy… Penis envy, I mean. Jesus.”
Slips, Freudian and otherwise, abound aplenty in this novel. Accidental
pregnancies and murders have their place, but above all else are the slips of
the heart - who is loved or desired, who stays loved or desired, and why.
Despite their superficial dysfunctions and exaggeratedness,
its characters are innately human. Children are loved, oppressors are hated,
death and age catch up. At its heart, the simplest truth remains: hell is other
people, certainly, but it is also their absence.
Most commendably, the novel is neither soap-operatic nor stuffed with
psycho-philosophical ramblings. For a story that could so easily have lapsed
into either direction, populated as it is by a veritable circus of characters
and narrated by a man preoccupied by the psyche, Something To Tell You avoids
those pitfalls. This is not drama. It is contemporary life, with its mish-mash
of sexual expressions, unconventional domestic arrangements and relationships
that do not ever fall apart completely, only reincarnate to accommodate what
life brings along. Kureishi does nothing but tell it
like it is in this utterly delicious read.
An edited version appeared in today’s New Sunday Express.
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