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However, after three decades since its closure, in , when Ray planned to revive Sandesh, he could not have been unaware that the magazine had to carry the full weight and consciousness of its sterling legacy while at the same time remaining contemporary to a generation that was obviously and markedly different than that which patronized its initial years. As its editor, Ray had to continue to walk the talk with children, petition their perceived innocence—a program that Sandesh had carefully built as germane to its appeal—while he had to be attentive to the changing realities in a restive post-colonial society.
What was retained as residual perhaps was a resolute ideal of a childhood, a childhood retrievable from the overall project of modernity while untainted by the egotism of the complex postcolonial state. One can suppose that Ray had realized that he needed more than just the good name of Sandesh to make the revival worthy of his hard work.
It was because any talisman for children in the s had to embody the ambiguity of the age, had to belong to an amorphous cusp of continuity and change, had to carry that right blend of scholarly cynicism and persistent sanctimony. Ray had to also locate the right vantage point—neither too young nor too close to adulthood.
This vantage point would be a definitive progression from the world that Sandesh had left behind but would not be entirely foreign to the imminence of its transactional currency, which still remained the demography of the young.
The school-story form has been immortalised by him. This is the age when the world of belief is yet to be undermined by that of disbelief. Satyajitwrote for the next age-group; when the boy does not need a guardian, he understands the basis of personality. Four years into the third avatar of Sandesh, when Prodosh C.
Mitter, alias Feluda, appeared on the scene in with the eponymous Feludar Goendagiri [The First Case of Feluda], it carried just such a promise. Feluda was hence the reliable ombudsman of a world imagined as representative of the nuances of the s, Topshe the critical vantage point whose limited access to that very world was his most assured advantage to stay true to his consciousness of the young adult.
This way they feed into the fantasy of the young boy while giving the stories a highly choreographed temperament in which the implications of a deliberative literary perspective are tightly secured in their moral architecture.
There are of course customary tightrope thrills of detective adventure: the resolute mobility of Feluda between scenes of thinking and sites of action and the climactic congress when the crime is decoded and the criminal brought to book. It is evident in his films, too. The couple and their friends are suspicious of him and the stranger adds to the mystery by a Socratic, questioning kind of humor which at first reveals very little.
So, in the magazine he edited, in the films he made, and in the bestselling fiction he wrote, then, if there is one omnipresent concern it is how childhood can be preserved, consolidated, and extended up to the last syllable even if that usurps the natural tendencies.
The overall moral universe remains unmitigated, incorruptible, and unapologetically phallocentric. We must note that there was a conspicuous, if tentative, convergence of the detective form with material fit for a young adult readership in Bengali literature before Ray. With Ray, the generic rituals of detective fiction merged seamlessly with his moral universe because Ray could make these rules, often codified by writers across languages, to sit superbly with conditions that were native to his own literary and social temperament.
The Peter Pan-like quality of un-ageing that Feluda and his comrades Topshe and Jatayu inherited from a great tradition in juvenile literature also placed them in direct continuity with other fictional figures of terrific appeal across a transnational spectrum of cultural memory.
I am using desire to refer to a form of investment by the adult in the child, and to the demand, made by the adult on the child as the effect of that investment, a demand that fixes the child and then holds it in place.
In that sense, Topshe, who is thirteen-and-half in the first adventure, should have been close to mids by the end of the series, had he grown with it. But he obviously does not, leaving us free to ask if Ray is aiming at a specific set of tropes that would appeal to a specific kind of readership. The trio must remain unaged, frozen in a set of notions, because ageing would destroy the narrative regime that Ray would want to construct. For example, ossified in perpetual adolescence, Topshe would be denied access to things and sights beyond what the desire of the author entails him to and would keep re-producing the child in the adolescent.
In a similar vein, both Feluda and Jatayu would continue to function as ageless agencies, standing sentient to the right climatic conditions that can reproduce an adolescent gaze not as a factor of age but of vantage. Ageless Hero, Sexless Man It is for the same reason that the Feluda adventures never really become hard-boiled detective stories.
There is very little of Poirot or Hammet in him and much less Holmes, though Feluda himself is a Holmes devotee. He often speaks highly of Holmes in solving his cases and offers his unequivocal tribute, standing in front of the fictional B Baker Street address in the adventure London e Feluda [Feluda in London]. But the world inhabited by Feluda has little actual identification with that of Holmes.
In fact, it is just the opposite. Byomkesh, whose stories spanned the decades of the s to s, was a detective character molded in the classical sense, who would take up cases only if it tickled his imagination and power of rationalization. His world is full of quixotic intrigue, sexual jealousy and one-upmanship, seductive, coquettish women, cuckolded men, decadent patriarchs, weird fancies and involves a very sophisticated criminal mind who would give ample scope of minute, threadbare detection to Byomkesh.
Yet the stories share an almost open admiration of and inspiration from the narrative power of Conan Doyle as well as the professional ethics of Holmes. There are also significant similarities between late-Victorian London and Calcutta of the s and s, similarities which accentuate the Bakshi-Holmes connection.
Comparisons were only natural, not least because one replaced the other literally. Sandip Ray recounts in Ami ar Feluda how in , when Feluda was just four stories old and had only appeared on the pages of Sandesh to the evident delight of its readers, Ray was accosted by the editor of the Bengali literary magazine Desh.
He persuaded Ray to submit a Feluda novella for the annual autumnal issue. It was not long after that Ray realized that the slot for a detective novel in that annual issue had been rendered vacant because of the death of Saradindu Bandopadhyay.
Feluda takes the place of Byomkesh Bakshi, yes, but they are as different as chalk and cheese. This is as far as one can get from the calabash-dangling, hooked-nosed, deerstalker-hatted, violin- playing, chamber-pacing, opium-sheltered Holmes. I prefer the thriller form where you more or less know the villain from the beginning.
The whodunit always has this ritual concluding scene where the detective goes into a rigamarole of how everything happened, and how he found the clues which led him to the criminal.
Gupta 26 No wonder that, in spite of his customary doffing of the hat to Holmes, Feluda remains decidedly unHolmesian. If Feluda admired Holmes and showed it, it was because his readers expected him to and not because he had anything to do with him. The detection of crime progresses with each page, with each step in the right direction for Feluda, while factoring in the confidence of his young readers.
Here too, Feluda is neither Holmes nor Inspector Dupin, the latter famous for manipulating the reader while outwitting the mastermind of crime. If at all, he is more like young Jules Maigret of Georges Simenon—without any recognizable and change-resistant idiosyncrasy—his virtuous normalism sitting easy with his plentiful skills as one who hunts down the purveyors of crime. Instead, it may be worthwhile to look into the indigenous tradition of Bengali literature, either for adults or for children, which might have supplied the template for Feluda.
The juvenile thriller series particularly had a long and strong standing in the Bengali language. In less than two decades, there was further addition to this school. Satyajit Ray was twelve, and there is enough reason to believe that the stories, published in two volumes, stayed with him.
The first of them is Hemendrakumar Roy, who gifted Bengali literature with the set-piece of the adventuring trio: the detective, his assistant, and the benign bumbling police inspector. He was followed by Niharranjan Gupta, who continued with the adventure-thriller mode with detective Kiriti and assistant Subroto.
If one looks at them closely, one can see how Roy and Gupta are the real forerunners of Ray—in the boyish charm of their stories, their far-flung adventurism, their deep- seated moral coda, their happy cohabitation with the official legal framework, their use of new systems of scientific probing, and their keen intelligence and not any extra-sensory perception to which Feluda was a vocal votary.
Chronologically speaking, on two sides of Byomkesh, then, the juvenile, boyish, thriller-inspired detective genre was the prevalent form. So while Feluda returned to the genre of the thriller, he was also conditioned with a post-Byomkesh sophistication, which betrayed his deep commitment to the bhadrolok cultural sphere.
Suffice it to say that the Rays together are also the finest family of illustrators India may have ever seen, if not also the most adorable writers of fictional forms close to children. In spite of this recognizable ancestry, I would insist that Feluda still remains without a distinct generic precursor in the detective form. Ray may also have in mind what I would call the raconteur genre of literature in Bengali.
Here, I want to draw attention to the distinction of the name Felu-da, the suffix da being the Bengali convention to denote elder brother or one of similar familial order.
One must note that none of the fictional detectives before Ray is referred to in similar terms. Felu-da in that sense is unique and yet not. Here Feluda draws lineage from the literary work of Premedra Mitra and others, less gifted, like Narayan Gangopadhyay.
Mitra, one of the leading figures in literature, cinema and the arts after Rabindranath Tagore, had introduced the fictional, recalcitrant, eponymous Ghana-da to the reading public in the s. Ghana-da is the brotherly figure who talks about the world and his adventures from his home in Calcutta.
In his self-advertised brio, in his globe-trotting provocation to insurgency, in his recalcitrance, Ghana-da is a kind of counter-historical, postcolonial figure who remains anonymous to history and yet causes its most incredible shifts.
Ghana-da was distinctly Bengali in habits, especially in his obsessive gluttony and armchair fondness. But, at the same time, he is a man of keen knowledge and insightful intelligence, a scholar of the world, a talking head, collector of anecdotal ephemera, and a prodigious raconteur of tales.
Otherwise, like Ghanada, Feluda is informed, conscious of his credentials, keenly observant of the world, and urges Topshe to be respectful of the topography, cartography, and history of a city, place or region that they are chasing their case in. Along with his intelligence, the combative, battle- ready, no-nonsense impudence of Felu-da marks him with the candor of a trustworthy friend, secured in his commitment and vigilant of human values while setting him apart from the orderly, proprietorial, governing adulthood of the police who work the hand of the State.
Three Hypotheses Having looked at the possible origins and formations of Feluda, both as a narrative motif customized for children and young adults as well as a figurative ombudsman, we may turn to the broader cultural strategies that may have played a role in the construction of the moral architecture of the stories. Having said that, it should be noted that the following propositions are contingent upon a thorough understanding of the constituent elements of the body of work that comprises the Feluda series.
They are barristers, advocates, businessmen. Most clients are unmarried or widowed or without any mention of a wife or women. The names of these ordinarily obscure roads and bylanes might not be entirely unknown to the literate Bengali because Satyajit Ray, the filmmaker, in his Feluda stories had used the same locale.
Sidhujetha, the walking encyclopedia Feluda often consulted to find out about obscure facts, lived on Sardar Sankar Road. I have often wondered why Satyajit Ray had to situate his stories in that kind of locality.
The answer could lie in the perceived ambience of the neighborhood, in the mids, when the stories first began to appear. There was a time when the area around Lake Market represented a certain urbanity. The place was developed around the time of the Second World War, and therefore did not have the weight of tradition behind it in the way north Calcutta had.
Nor was it the classy upper class, select address that lay immediately to the south of Park Street. It had perhaps the right mix of openness and adequate middle class ease, without becoming the territory of the obviously rich.
In no way could Satyajit have placed him, in the neighborhood of Bishop Lefroy Road14, or, in the given period, in Garpar. Ravaged by massive migration of goods and services and reverse migration of refugees, economic stagnation, political agitation, militant unionism, etc.
On the other hand, as Ghosh points out, there were small neighborhoods of relative calm and quietude, which emitted a certain old world genteelness of spirit, in one of which Feluda himself resided. There is, in those stories, a palpable sense of preoccupation with the lost world of the bhadrolok.
In the world of these patriarchs, visible in full weight of their fading aristocracy, there is a clear hint of them being outside the normative code, oblivious to the prevalent civic currencies of transaction. Many of them happen to be specialists in one thing or the other, consummate in their taste of the finer things of life, and are benign and attentive to the needs of their minions. This is true, almost to the last syllable, of the clients outside Calcutta, most of whose primary occupation is to act as custodians of a past now irreversibly taken from them.
They are often more fully assimilated to their checkered but proud family histories than to the world immediately outside them. In other words, the settings are often set-piece, dramatized to illustrate a forgotten order, crying out for sympathy and hungry for the appreciative gaze of the young narrator Topshe. It is in this setting that the crime occurs; the object changes hand, is stolen, or is parted with. And that is how the case comes to Feluda. Here, the custodianship of inheritance is the fraught question, thanks to a newer generation that is less appreciative of entitlements and hence likely to cause their misuse in a competitive climate of establishing relationship with the past.
Together, they force us to identify a recurrent pattern of return of the lost familial sign, a member of family who returns after years, often in disguise, to claim or contradict normal channels of inheritance. In the way that they have managed to survive outside the immediate depredations of the zeitgeist, the patriarch individually or the extended family belong to a closed order.
It is only natural that they would be more at home with the private eye to whom they can disclose the ways of their world and find sympathy for it rather than the police, who are more likely to treat them as equal to other citizens, an equality they have long unendorsed.
Through the agency of the sleuth, Ray takes a severe stand against lost or wayward childhood. Many of the purveyors of crime are after all victims of bad upbringing, absent childhood, or difficult father-son relationships. The absence of the feminine This also brings us to a relatively less disguised cultural conditioning of the narrative—the deliberate abdication of the female subject. It would be sweeping to claim that there are no women in Feluda. It is not so much about enumerating women in the stories as it is about the politics of configuring them in a certain way.
There seems to be a customary, almost dogged insistence on a world under-populated by women as long as that world belongs to children and young boys. This question has troubled commentators, but the analysis hardly goes beyond a customary complaint of their absence. Ray was not unaware of this tendency but seemed somewhat helpless to bring any closure to his own construction of a world without the female subject.
In a letter to friend and critic Saroj Bandopadhya, Ray wrote: I want to end the letter on a personal note, I am in deep crisis with two of my favourite creations-Professor Sanku and Feluda.
I have already used up all the staple of science fiction or fantasy in the stories of Sanku. So I have doubt about his future trajectory. The problem with Feluda is the same. Detective fiction written for young adults does have its limitations. Most crime elements are adult in nature and hence have to be left out. Sharadindubabu did not have to face this problem. But these two are so close to me that I cannot think of abandoning them.
In the Cineaste magazine interview quoted in this paper earlier, he refers to and plays down the possibility. I stopped going to Brahmo Semaj around the age of 14 or Religion can only be on a personal level. He composed such number of Bengali stories and he formed such an extensive number of charming and criminologist stories.
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