Literature’s visible stems and branches consist of glamorous fiction novels, ornamental poems and complicated essays. Its roots are complex and difficult to marvel at.
When Samuel Beckett makes two men wait in abyss for Godot, he speaks aloud about the absurd state of the world in the aftermath of World War II.
Literature is a history of the social, political, economical, psychological and humanitarian state of the society.
Jane Austen prompts us to think about the inhumane behavior of the English” gentleman” towards slaves that they brutally escorted from the coffee plantations of Africa. In ‘Mansfield Park’ she makes us question the so-called “normal conventions” through Fanny Price’s fearless questions to her uncle, who represents the mysterious and dark ways of life in the mid 19th century.
Literature is an encrypted account of the inequalities accepted, celebrated and perpetuated in the society.
When Ibsen’s doll-like robotic Nora slams the door out of her sacred house, she leaves behind her the patriarchy strangled her freedom, faculty of thought and agency.
Shakespeare’s tragic comedy ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ is essentially about everything that the society pins a woman on the wall, for any wrong happening anywhere.
T.S. Eliot’s ‘J. Alfred Prufrock’ appears to be a strange poem, drawing lines from Milton’s ‘Inferno,‘ talking about oysters and motels. But if one looks closer, Eliot shouts for help to deal with his complex psychological issues such as insecurity, confusion and loneliness.
Like a mirror literature awaits an artist to present the realities of the time, and sometimes look ahead of time or an imaginary time.
George Orwell’s ‘1984’ takes us to a dystopian world to start a psychological inquiry on the consequences of current political normalcy.
Literature took me to the romantic London of Wordsworth’s rebellion towards industrialization, to Shakespeare’s grief of shutting down his theater during the mid-16th-century plague.
It took me to Sylvia Plath’s tormentous emotional state and to Joyce’s stream of consciousness technique.
Literature, like science, taught me to question.
Who does Shakespeare wish to immortalize in his black ink, in the lines of his Sonnets?
“Oh, none, unless this miracle have might, that in black ink my love may still shine bright.“Shakespeare