Not just a woman2 min read . Updated: 05 Mar 2010, 08:38 PM IST
Not just a woman
Not just a woman
Of the many profound truths that pepper A Disobedient Girl, perhaps the most contextually illuminating is attributed to a minor character somewhere in the middle of the book. “People leave home for many reasons, Duwa (daughter)," an old lady says. “They leave because they love the wrong people, or they leave because the right people don’t love them."
A delayed debut, ironically, is the prime motivator for Freeman’s two protagonists: Latha, a young girl, chafes at the bit in a well-off Colombo household where she is at once a playmate to a girl her own age and a servant. Miles away, Biso, a woman yet to turn 30, decides to escape a brutal marriage with her three children, and break out into her own. Alternating chapters focus on their separate lives, while delicately hinting at a shared heritage and a common need for a place they know they deserve in a larger world.
To get to their goals, each undertakes a journey: one literal and metaphorical, from the coast to the uplands; and the other through adolescence and youth to maturity. Their stories of surpassing barriers of class, gender and accidents of birth play out against an understated backdrop of a Sri Lanka in turmoil, echoing the island nation’s own loss of innocence to moral, societal and political violence.
Stripped to the bare bones, A Disobedient Girl would perhaps seem to be the latest in a long line of coming-of-age fiction to emerge from a politically turbulent Asia in recent years—consider Preeta Samarasan’s Evening is the Whole Day (2008), set in Malaysia, or Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner (2003)—but Freeman raises the bar for the genre (if indeed a region’s urge to tell its stories can be termed so) by her mastery over her characters and her craft.
In the tangled mesh of their lives, each seeks a reciprocal passion and the men are inevitably found wanting. Biso sublimates her love in her three children, Latha in her peer-friend-employer Thara and her two girls and multiple lovers. As Latha wonders late in the book, “Were there strong men in the world? If there were, she had not met them. No, all she had met had been men who ruled small worlds from their perches upon the backs of strong women."
In some ways, it’s an indication of how self-aware Freeman is as a writer: Her male characters are unsubstantial wraiths, denied the roundedness of even the many minor women, such as Biso’s sage old aunt, whose reasoning for leaving home is as good a summation of the novel as any. The two narrative strands, temporally apart, can seem problematic at the outset (though they later prove to be integral to the structure). There are also a couple of other plot loopholes that rather leave one wondering—and I also wish they had thought of a title that didn’t channel Sidney Sheldon!
But none of it matters. So beguiling are Freeman’s people, so empathetic her voice, that the reader is swept along the twin strands to a finale that is as uplifting as it is organic.
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