When did you last read a book about urban poverty that had you hooked from the first page? When did you last read a hauntingly evocative work of literary non-fiction that was also a breathtakingly rigorous investigation of corruption? When did you last read a reporter’s fast-paced tale about Mumbai’s underbelly in which the authorial ‘I’ never figured, except in an explanatory note at the end?
All manner of “India specialists”—journalists, sociologists, poverty-theorists, middle-class anti-corruption crusaders—may find themselves feeling inadequate by the time they have reached the end of Katherine Boo’s Behind the Beautiful Forevers (Hamish Hamilton, 2012). A 47-year-old American journalist, who has spent most of her working life writing about poor people in the United States, has produced an astoundingly well-reported and beautifully crafted book on 21st century India that is already getting rave reviews (note: from Indians too). All our raging debates are here—but explored through the experiences of people whose opinions on them we rarely seek.
From November 2007 to March 2011, Boo tenaciously followed life at an airport slum called Annawadi in Mumbai to tease out larger questions about “who got ahead and who didn’t, and why, as India prospered”. With gifted translators (in particular, a young Mumbaiite called Unnati Tripathi), notebooks, video- and audiotapes, she negotiated linguistic and cultural barriers, and documented Annawadians’ experiences, including those of its very young people: being killed, committing suicide, thieving, scavenging, being abandoned, getting richer or poorer, but also hoping, dreaming, renovating, flirting, play-acting and making sense of the world. She recorded, with the help of thousands of documents extracted through RTI applications, the venality that rained down on them everyday: corrupt policemen, social workers, government officials, doctors, even an unsaintly nun (many are unflinchingly named in the book). She also noted the misfortunes that Annawadians—not being the dull, blameless victims you often read about—inflicted on each other. And then she went and distilled it all into prose that blows you away with its beauty, wit and restraint.
And then, in the midst of all that, she tells you, her mouth lifting slightly, how the Mumbai social worker who took her slum-hopping in 2007 carried “an enormous green snakeskin purse”. It is such a Boo detail, funny and telling. Her work is scattered with such jewels. Abdul, the garbage trader whose story is at the heart of her book, “minimises distraction” by placing discarded Barbies in his trash-pile “tits down”. In a brilliant piece for the New Yorker (Boo is a Pulitzer Prize-winning staff writer for the magazine) in 2004, employees of an American-owned BPO in Chennai proudly put its name “on their wedding invitations, just below their fathers’ names”.
The point of the snakeskin purse, as you may have gathered, is that the slum visits, arranged for Boo to meet self-help groups (“Everywhere we went, they said, oh, we’ve been lifted up, we’ve been lifted up”), were “just an exquisite performance”. But they did introduce the writer to the beginnings of her book—a mother and daughter in Annawadi fragrant with possibilities. Boo was back, six weeks later, with a translator, and once Annawadians had got over treating her as a “freak attraction” (some initially followed her around, helpfully shouting “Hyatt, Intercontinental”, thinking she had lost her way to a nearby hotel), she began patiently unpeeling the layers of their lives.
However, the book’s seeds were sown even earlier—in frustration, you might say, with intellectual patter. Married to the historian Sunil Khilnani, Boo found herself visiting India often, constantly hearing talk of change, but always groping for a sense of what was happening on the ground; especially, given her interests, how poor people were negotiating the era of global markets. “There was so much talking,” she says, “and so little reporting—hard reporting, I mean—being done about ordinary communities.” So what do you do if you can’t find the book you want to read? If you are Boo, you write it.
It does seem to be her way. Boo, who worked for the Washington Post before the New Yorker, says she turned from editing to reporting partly as a response to journalism that “treated poor communities like, I am going on safari, spending two days and then coming back to tell you all what it was like”. If that’s vacation journalism (or let’s be honest, most journalism), Boo’s is “immersion journalism”; and shorthand for following her subjects around for weeks and months on end (yes, even on late-night thieving expeditions to Mumbai’s international airport), sometimes interviewing, often just watching, listening, and taping. (“Silence,” she once said in a lecture, “is the most underused reporting tool we have.”)
Being, as Boo puts it, “there and there and there and there” (she spent her days and sometimes late evenings for five or six months at a time, at Annawadi or places where Annawadian pursuits took her) can have sinister byproducts, like ugly run-ins with the police. Possibly threatened by what she had seen—people being beaten up by cops, having bribes extracted from them—local police almost charged her with an offence. Most journalists would have got a few hundred words out of that, but there are less than 20 in Boo’s author’s note. Not going on about herself is important, she explains. Media space for her subjects is limited (“too much cognitive dissonance,” as she once humorously put it, “with the Chanel ads”) and she wants it to be theirs, not hers.
Why Boo writes about poor people is a subject that comes up in various contexts; she always has illuminating things to say. But still there is something especially memorable about her reply when, trying tentatively to peel off some of her layers, I ask her on e-mail to speak of her ill-health, which gets glancingly mentioned here and there.
Her response: “Incurable degenerative disease diagnosed when I was a teenager (let’s leave diagnosis at that). Sometimes it hits me hard and sometimes it’s a little better. I had the immense advantage of a job with good insurance beginning just before I turned 30 (thank you, Washington Post!), and that insurance allowed me a series of life-changing surgeries.... Had I had the disadvantages that nearly everyone I write about has, in terms of medical treatment, I wouldn’t be working or possibly walking. There are a lot of reasons why I write about what I write about, and they were seeded long before I got sick, but my privilege of medical care is something of which I’m mindful as I do my reporting.”
As powerful a thought as any you will find in her book.
Also see: An interview with Katherine Boo
Indian journos might take a leaf out of Katherine Boo’s book, and look at life “on the other side of the tracks” (Torchlights in the Swamp, Feb 13).
This refers to Anjali Puri’s article on Katherine Boo’s Behind The Beautiful Forevers (Torchlight in the Swamp, Feb 13). One can’t sleep easy after her blood-curdling account of how female newborns and infants were quietly being done away by their parents. Surely, this must be the bloody pattern in thousands of slums across the country. The authorities need to do more to stop such brazen instances of female infanticide. For instance, family planning clinics and mtp (medical termination of pregnancy) centres must be set up in all poor and vulnerable neighbourhoods. Will relevant government departments do all this? One is not hopeful, going by their past record.
Pankaj Mishra's book review of Katherine Boo's "Behind the Beutiful Forevers":
Ms. Boo looks like she'd had quite a lot of work done on her face, fast propelling her into Jocelyn Wildenstein territory. Her image will hover over every narrative, making me wonder what vanities lay behind it, and make it difficult for me to take this book seriously.
Thank you. A wonderful and very educative interview with the author and an interesting and enlightening book review.
A well written review. Did perk my interest to pick up this book and read even if I have to pay high for a hardbound copy. Or, may be I will be lucky and the Just Books library will have a copy.
Journalism at its best. Take a leaf out of Boo's book , will you, our Indian journos long used to hanging around netas and wannabe netas when not actually sitting at their feet ( the latter a speciality-- and privilege-- of a young female celebrity TV anchor) ? Open your eyes and take a look at the nation's under-belly , at how the vast multitude of the left-behinds, the people "on the other side of the tracks", live-- and die.
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