Listen to my conversation with V.S. Naipaul:
Naipaul's new book is called The Masque of Africa: it's an inquiry not into politics or progress but into religion broadly: the magical systems of belief in Old Africa. "The new religions, Islam and Christianity, are just on the top," says a classic Naipaul informant, a lawyer and former university dean in Gabon; his punchline is a perfect short Naipaulian thematic sentence: "Inside us is the forest." Africa might well be better off today, Naipaul supposes, had its "forest beliefs" been spared foreign intrusions. Africa is a "wounded civilization," he reflects, applying the phrase he used in one of several books on his ancestral India. But there is no going back, and perhaps no recovery from the loss of self and sovereignty. Naipaul was not at all impressed with my own "fantasy" that in both India and Africa it may be time, for some anyway, to rediscover the village possibilities, the chance that "Things Come Together." Naipaul himself, of course, fled the colony (Trinidad) for the capital (London) long ago. His verdict is final: "the village is an awful place."
On his best behavior, V. S. Naipaul knows how to be entertainingly grumpy. He does not forgive the English literary establishment for cold-shouldering him these many years, for snubbing even his Nobel Prize in 2001. He remembers one official personage sniffing: "It isn't as though it's the Booker Prize." He is proud to have marked Tony Blair as a "pirate," long before the Iraq War. "A calamity," he judged. Wouldn't he care, I asked, to offend somebody before we were done? "No, no, no, no," insisted. "That is not part of my job."
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