For a change, I’m going to review a book that hasn’t been read by the bookclub I go to, the only reason being that it’s a relatively slow read. “Maps for Lost Lovers” by Nadeem Aslam is the story of events and people in a Pakistani community in England. But it’s a much deeper, multi-faceted, and lyrical work than a cursory reading of the back cover would indicate.
The first chapter of the book details a murder, and who’s been arrested for that murder. This murder is the starting point for an examination of the life that people in the community lead, and what drives many of the children to leave the community. The ties to Pakistan, the influence of the clerics, the inhumanity of many of the customs, are all examined in a sensitive but unflinching manner. This makes the descriptions of these customs and laws and what they lead to even more horrifying; this novel shows the effects on people who are trying to do their best to cope with the effects of a system that values men greatly and women very little, that has extremely strict rules on behaviour, and that encourages “honour” killings. The main character, Shamas, is well-meaning but weak, his wife Kaukab so pious and naive she wreaks havoc on the family She is a sympathetic character despite her actions, her thoughts and hopes and fears pictured as she slowly comes to the realisation that not all the cleric advises her to do is necessarily correct. When reading about Kaukab, I couldn’t help but think of the women in Palestine who are interviewed on television and say how happy they are their sons have become suicide bombers and how they wish they had more sons to become suicide bombers. It gave me a little more idea how someone could go down that path.
The reviews on Amazon vary wildly from those who highly recommend it to those who find the portrayal of the culture and people racist and stereotypicalb. I don’t know enough about Pakistani culture to know how truthful the portrayal of much of it is. One item struck me as odd so I did a bit of research — one of the characters, Suraya, was divorced by her husband, who later regretted it and wished to remarry, but they couldn’t remarry until she had married and divorced someone else. This turns out to be true, although the information I found made it sound like the divorce procedure itself isn’t quite as easy as portrayed in the book, and that reconciliation is encouraged. So, a little exaggeration there for the purposes of the story, and it’s likely that such exaggeration happens in other places in the book as well. That being said, “honour” killings do take place, and women who are depressed over arranged marriages are sometimes subjected to exorcisms to get rid of the djinni the clerics claim have possessed them.
I have seen a little of Pakistani culture — I knew a woman in Australia who was married to a Pakistani. She came from Afghanistan and it was an arranged marriage that her parents wanted to get her out of Afghanistan (this was during the Taliban regime). The previous wife had been divorced as she bore the husband no children. I watched the video of the marriage — I have seldom seen anyone look as scared as this poor woman did, being told to marry someone she first met on the day of the wedding and move to a country she knew nothing of, where she knew no-one and didn’t speak the language. For her it worked out well (apart from having the mother-in-law living with them) since the husband was kind, she was lucky enough to bear him sons quickly enough (after having four children in not very many years the doctors forbade any more), and eventually her sister married her husband’s brother and they also moved to the same district in Sydney. She got lucky; I doubt that the first wife found life as good.
Although the main interest of the book is the portrayal of an unforgiving culture and the clashes it has with Western styles of living, it does speak to problems that any immigrant faces when in a new country, that of trying to save what is precious and worthwhile from the culture and beliefs you were brought up in, and folding that into the culture you live in. This book is full of regrets, people who thought they were only going to live in England for a short time and miss the flowers and trees of Pakistan, people who bring their prejudices with them and hate that they can’t force other people to do what they want them to, people who no longer have anywhere to live where they truly feel “at home”. And the generation clash (exacerbated by the culture clash) of parents doing what they think is best for their children, where the children disagree. Don’t read it when you’re feeling down.