Review by Sutanuka Ghosh Roy
Author: Sunil Sharma
Page: 105
ISBN: 978-93-87883529 (Hardbound)
Edition: (2021)
Published by Authors Press New Delhi-India.
Sunil Sharma is a
Toronto-based academic, critic, literary editor, and author with 23 published
books. He is, among others, a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’
inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the
prestigious UN project: Happiness: The
Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the
year 2015.
Burn the Library and Other Fictions his latest is a collection of
20 short fictions. The collection stands out on account of its simplicity, a
quality whose virtues can never be overstressed. Sharma’s mastery over the
genre and the language is quite obvious from the short stories that testify to
his power of observation. William S. Burroughs had once commented, “Nothing
exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by
observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it
exist by observing it”. Sharma has an exceptional talent for framing
observations that are insightful and wise. The opening story “A Fairytale
called Hans Christian Anderson” is a celebration of the magical transformation
through human ingenuity. Sharma writes, “Somebody once said
Hans Christian Andersen carried fairies in his head. Naturally, when you hear
them so regularly, you create fantastic tales about them! But he also did
something else. He turned his own life into a lovely fairy tale! (9). In “In
Love with a Smile” Sharma is like a pianist who can tease a Steinway to produce
jagged harmonies. “He continued to
clasp her small hands that registered each tremor that released pent-up
frustration and layers of sadness coiled up for long inside a feeling heart.
The sudden warmth emanating between the clasped hands further radiated their
beings…and her face flushed a shade redder” (26). Sutanuka Ghosh Roy
The titular story “Burn the Library” makes the
readers sit back and ponder as to whether they are in Asimov’s company. “In the
year 2071, the world being fully automatic and robotic, the most developed
nation – rebranded Version XX LX as per the compliance with the stringent norms
of the tech manual called T-M Galaxy for such nations – was concerned with the
detection of a new threat – a viral app called Advanced Homer (AH) with a
lethal aim: Altering consciousness about culture!” (41). The ancient story of
the burning of the Library of Alexandria is in the background. “Burn the
Library” becomes an unsettling yet insouciant game of what is and what isn’t,
what could be, or is about to become. The imagination of Sharma is quirky as he
presents intricate forms with minute detailing in delicate tones that lend two
stones a wispy, ephemeral quality in “Two Black Stones and an Old God”. ‘They
are no longer mere stones but two sacred objects for an entire town. “Humans
need sacred objects in their lives. If you do not have them, you are doomed.
You must have two holy stones to guide you,” my granny had told me once’ (62). This
skirmish of matter and void, belief and non-belief turns the two ordinary
stones into multiple suggestions. The ordinary shapes and tones of the stones,
palpably unstable wrestle with disruptions and belief that offer no reprieve
from precariousness.
“Beware! Migrants are coming” is a startling
metaphor for human vulnerability, the image of the decrepit man resonates as an
urban predicament. The rootless anonymity of the individual lost in a crowd,
his presence-in-the flesh as a migrant seemingly dissolved. “The decrepit man
was out of breath and terrified. His dirty clothes were tattered, eyes sunk in big
hollows, cheeks pale, and greying hair plastered in sweat. He looked at the
group of his tormentors in a pleading manner, sad eyes almost blank, mouth open
and breath irregular”(75). The image is equally disconcerting because of the
utter defencelessness of the migrant, cringing lumps that becomes part of an
ambiguous racist attitude of the predators. “You deaf?” asked the interrogator
haughtily. “What Ya Doing Here? This is our city.” Sharma uses his pen with
equal dexterity. With a few strokes of a word-brush, he conjures up wide-open
spaces with humanity standing upright against the horizon.
Stories like “Silenced”, “Unseen”, “Skeleton
in the Attic” shows his mastery over the short form. He is a master craftsman
so he uses language with verve and rare vitality. At times his sarcasm unnerves
his readers as in “Hand Wash”. The story is rooted in the high-decibel anxiety
of these Covid times. “To ease his bad conscience, Appu sheepishly asked both
his bored wife and son. The instant consensus - old Ma does not deserve the
pricey liquid hand wash, in these hard recessionary times. The luxury of the
cheap bar of soap is enough for the widow, who never complained in life and
willingly worked for hours in a sweatshop to raise Appu and his siblings. But
that was in a different era that nobody now wanted to remember. In fact, what
is the need for washing hands after going to the western-type toilet for her?
Even that bar costs us something, is it not?” (97). The bitter truth is out as
the family isn’t seen as a network of support systems but a scatter of atomized
little figures that are caged in.
Burn the Library and Other Fiction is a surprise to the readers. From a winking nod to surrealism, from a mock-serious open-endedness to the cohesive strength of a composite it talks of different concerns. This collection will surely be a glorious addition to any library and will add to the oeuvre of English short stories.
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