April 17th 2019

It was an ordinary day I was reading the autobiography of the world renowned poetess from Kerala Kamala Das. Remarkable are her eloquent words. Her child memories and her coming to sexual maturity are mixed in the font of narrative epiphanies. She did not know the meaning intercourse till her marriage.
I am writing another novel and I am adding bits and pieces of it in my blog. Sometimes you come across occasion when you are stuck for words. Thankfully I have not had the writer’s block so far.
I have had no luck at the windfall and my money position and my purse are empty. I hope God will tide this over and put wings of flight in my purse. But I am in the habit of thinking positively and I have come across an idiom: Rob a Bank. Rob A Bank as an Idiom means accumulating a large sum of money through a windfall. There’s a UAE lottery for a whooping 15 Million and I hope God will give me the grace to buy the tickets. The draw is on May the third. Yes, I want to travel all over the world, see people, Places, taste cuisines and write about it all. Yes my God Jehovah Jesus is not an idol and he will answer all my prayers.
With regard to my writing I am imitating the styles of writing of various periods. For example my narrative: ‘Valley of Sin’ is based on the famous novel Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan. I am using various types of literary devices like Allusions, Parable, Puns, Idioms and Figures of Speech. I am very much fond of the narrative devices like the pastiche and the lampoon. So far I have written only novelettes and I hope this time I will be able to bring out a novel. I ask my God Jehovah Jesus to fertilize my mind with winds of imagination. The highest form of the novel is pure art and it rests on Philosophical Fiction a genre I have coined. A novel should adorn the sea of the mind, the inner talking of consciousness. A novel should paint pictures with tropes. Character is the adornment of the soul. Plots are bringing out mysteries. A novel should narrate older texts with the language of inter-textuality. A novel is a vast sea of becoming. Time in the novel is of two types: Narrative time and symbolic time. Narrative time is the inner time like streams of consciousness and symbolic time is external time. What is character in the novel? Character is the resonance of the soul. How can the mystery of the plot be introduced? There are two types of plots a symbolic plot where the readers know the mystery and characters are kept hidden. There’s also another plot called the revealed plot where the reader has to keep on guessing as to what will happen. A philosophical novel can also be epistolary, that is writing the daily life of the author. In the traditional novel there are only two types Buildungsroman and the Kunstlerroman. And these two types Buildungsroman (the stage of novelist recording biography) and Kunstlrroman (the aesthetic development of the novelist) are very narrow terms to describe a novel. A matured explanation is the Novel is a work of art.


Valley of Sin

The pilgrim has entered the valley of sin. What sees is a church turned into a brothel and a pub. A woman with weird hairdo of purple hair and flaunting lip stick entices him to the pub. When he was showing unwillingness, she with a force of strength pulled him inside. She ordered vodka large. As he drank the white poison he had an uneasy rumbling in his stomach and belched it all out. She became totally drunk with unsteady footsteps pulled him into the brothel. She threw of her clothes with force and spread her legs incongruously inviting him to lay her to bed. The pilgrim felt half tempted but suddenly heard the voice of God and rushed out of the place. It was quite dark in the streets and in a shady place the drug peddlers were selling dope. The called to him and asked him whether he wanted a joint. He took a puff and staggered uneasily and retched on the pavement. A small voice inside him said: ‘son you are going the wrong way’. Guilt overtook him and he was feeling repentant. He started walking away from that place. He came to a plaza and surrounded by bright light. It was gambling casino. The place was agog with all sorts of people, peddlers, pimps and gamblers. Soon the dice was thrown. Some won and some lost. There was strip tease dancer showing off her svelte figure. Some of the gamblers drunk were throwing money at her. One gambler drunk caught her behind. The bouncers came and caught hold of him and threw him out. One of the gamblers, who staked a large sum of money, lost it all, and committed suicide. The pilgrim felt a sickening feeling inside. He did not know what to do. Again he heard the soft voice of God telling him to go away. Feeling heavy in the heart he quietly walked away. On the road he saw prostitute injecting her arms with dope. He went near her and asked her if you are all right. She fell dizzy and collapsed to the ground. It was a cold night and she had no warm clothing. The pilgrim covered her with his own blazer. Then took her by the hand and checked her into a motel. She started mumbling all kinds of things in her sleep. ‘I have a husband who has abandoned me. I have a home where I am not welcome. I have wounded and bruised mind; can someone please help me’. The pilgrim sat beside her and talked softly to her. He said: ‘do not worry dear; I will take care of you’. He stayed with her throughout the night.