Continuing from the previous post –
I read the following letter from Werner Bischof to Henri Cartier-Bresson in a book by Russell Miller, “Magnum, Fifty Years at the Front Line of History.” —
Pittsburgh Jan. 9, 1954
“This week, an old friend of mine from Tokyo saw me at Fifth Ave. He returned lately from his post as an analyst in the army and was very depressed at the development of the States since he left four years ago. But what is it that makes it so different? Very superficial, I call it the “assembly line” – everywhere this depressing, anti-individual feeling, this automatic way of living, of thinking.
“There is only one great thing which is exceptional: the science, the research, the preservation of art. But these people, with few exceptions are foreigners, are French, are Germans, or are so strongly bound to our way of thinking that it seems to me they are like an oasis in a desert of stupidly vegetating creatures guided by a … good or brutal thinking government. [We …] overrule human and [turn things so] that everyone in the “assembly line” is convinced it must be right. I do not know if it is so, because I know the Far East and will forever be closer to their philosophy … it is the emptiness of daily life, the dryness of human relations which Thomas Wolfe describes in his book ‘There is No Way Back.’
“Yes, there is no way back, the developing of industries, of the robot, can only go on, go on and destroy. Truly intelligent people will be [drawn in by] this monster and there is no hope to survive … The tragedy is that very few people have time, or take the time to think about that. It is also paralyzing to see it, and please forgive me if I am not coming back with the record you expect. I am soon going on my great trip.” Yours, Werner
A response from me to Werner’s letter would take hours and hours of time, pages and pages of writing and to what end? There is no objective reporting of facts in the letter. It is Werner Bischof’s feelings and who am I to argue with that. He seems to equate America with the “assembly line,” etc. Is he writing solely about America or about industrial societies everywhere?
The word “robot” in Bischof’s letter surprised me. It could be a reference to Karel Čapek’s 1921 science fiction play R.U.R.,Rossum’s Universal Robots, in which human looking creatures were manufactured to labor in a factory. Robots acted automatically, mindlessly, without volition. The play became famous and was translated into thirty languages. An interesting sidenote: in Czech a robotnik is a peasant or serf. Robota means “drudgery” or “servitude.”
Another comment on words – Thomas Wolfe’s novel is not titled “There Is No Way Back.” The title is “You Can’t Go Home Again.” Perhaps the letter was written in French and translated into English. The two titles have very different meanings. … … I am tempted to continue with comments, but that would take me away from writing about Ravi, which is what I must do. One day I will write about being an American in the expatriate life of my generation. It was not always a comfortable identity to carry.
Except for two vivid vignettes that have remained with me over the decades, Ravi’s and my time with Werner and Rosellina has faded into a blur. I do remember, though, feeling that Werner did not approve of me. This was unexpected. Ravi and I were a popular couple. People on campus and even in the town generally more than approved of us; they went out of their way to be friendly, invited us into their homes and to all sorts of social gatherings. Now that I know Bischof’s perspective on America I think he did not see me; he saw an American who fit a stereotype. It did not help, I suppose, that we were staying in the home of an American businessman. I do not remember any particular conversation with Rosellina but have the impression that she was pleasant with me.
Ravi must have noticed Bischof’s attitude toward me. He had a way of sensing the reactions of people around him and adjusting his behavior accordingly. It was a talent that served him well; he was the consummate diplomat. I believe now that he caught Werner’s dislike of America and American culture and chose not to think about it, certainly not to analyze and discuss it. To do so would have raised a serious dilemma for him. Ravi had left India with no good prospects for a career. Americans in Bombay in a beautiful small American library awarded him a scholarship at an excellent university on a lovely campus where he was accepted and valued by Americans. He was living in an orderly society with a functioning government, where even the very poor lived in a degree of comfort and security unimaginable in India. He had not yet considered changing his citizenship but his wife was American. His identity was in flux and now the guru he idolized was in subtle and not so subtle ways denigrating who and what he was becoming. I was not aware of this at the time. For me, what Bischof said and did was interesting, but without emotional significance. Ravi must have felt differently. As I wrote in the previous post, after we left New York Ravi seldom talked about our time there and in later years he became impatient with me when I asked him about his work with Bischof. Typical for him and his way of handling conflict, he never mentioned Werner’s take on America.
Ravi viewed American society and culture from within the system, not from a European artist’s perspective. His Ph.D. was in Political Science, specializing in international law and political geography but his course in Constitutional Law with a nationally known expert fascinated him. He followed national politics (but not local politics), and of course, taught courses on American government. It was not until we had been married for five years that he took U.S. citizenship and did it with full knowledge and commitment as an American. He assimilated. In the 1960s, for example, he actively opposed the Vietnam War as a speaker at teach-ins on several campuses because be believed the war was contrary to American values and interests. Where, as a man of two cultures, did his basic identity lie? Having lived for decades as an expatriate complicated the issue for him. See here my writing on this in Where Does an Expatriate Go to Retire? and here and here and here on later reflection.
My memories of the Bischofs in New York —
One is of the four of us going to the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem. It was a Black dance hall but Whites were accepted. Do read about it here.
I am grateful to Bischof for taking us there. It would not have occurred to any of our American friends, White or Black, to go to the Savoy Ballroom.
We were seated at a table somewhat away from the dance floor but soon two young men came over and asked Rosellina and me to dance. Neither Ravi nor Werner objected but she declined. With the great music I could hardly sit still. I loved to dance. On campus Ravi and I went to the International Club dances, mostly with Latin music. That was nice, but here at the Savoy it was the Lindy I had danced since I was a kid. (although the Savoy Ballroom style was unique. I called my style the jitterbug.) I was so happy to be out on the floor again with guys who danced as I had for years, only better. I danced with one fellow, another, returned to the table and then two more came to ask. I accepted and Rosellina did not. A third time the young man who asked Rosellina was clearly annoyed when she turned him down. He spoke sharply and Rosellina stood up. She was eight months pregnant. It was a wonderful funny moment and she was wonderful and beautiful. Ravi and Werner continued talking. I danced and enjoyed it all enormously. (I’ve often thought about the baby who would not see his father.) I have a vague memory of Ravi and me taking an elevated train that night to Rachel’s neighborhood but it could have been at another time.
The news of Bischof’s death the following May made everyone who knew him terribly sad. He was a great artist and a fine, compassionate person. One last brilliant photograph —
My second vignette involves an apartment I recall as being owned by Joan Miró and having an original Calder hanging from the ceiling. I found this photo, which confirms that the apartment existed.
We were there in the afternoon. I remember the time because of a small incident. Werner noticed an antique coffee grinder and asked what in the world anyone would do with such an object. I answered that if the owner were American he would make a lamp out of it. This amused Werner and I felt that at last he saw me as a person. I regret having no memories of Ravi’s conversations with Werner or what else we did together. That, and driving around in a peculiar automobile, was it.
We have this poster of a Joan Miró painting in our house. I bought it decades ago in the Centre Pompideau.
Thoughts on the Hindi Film “Udaan”
Posted in Comments on interesting movies, Indian movies I learn from, Ravi to Bihar with Werner Bischof on February 7, 2014| 4 Comments »
I recently rented a DVD of “Udaan”, (see here) largely out of curiosity. The fact that it was recognized in the 2010 Cannes Film Festival and won other awards added interest, but mainly I wanted to see the movie because it was filmed in Jamshedpur, an industrial city near Calcutta. Werner Bischof had photographed Jamshedpur in 1951, between his photographing the Bihar famine and leaving from Calcutta for Tokyo. Ravi may still have been with him but I think not. I think he had returned to Bombay. He never talked with me about seeing Jamshedpur and Ajit, his brother, at the time just entering an engineering university, remembers no mention by Ravi of Jamshedpur. A visit to such an important industrial town founded by a man as famous as Jamshedji Nausserwanji Tata would not have gone unnoted in the family.
The best known of Bischof’s photographs of Jamshedpur for Magnum Photos are —
Employees on their way to work 1951
Woman on a railroad 1951
I wondered if the Tatas had created a company town in the tradition of 19th and early 20th century European industrialists (see here). I wondered what they had established for the workers in their factories. The European and American paternalistic-minded industrialists provided their workers with decent housing and transportation, a town with a sewage system, water system, shops for buying food and necessities, schools, parks, an aesthetically pleasing environment. In many of the company towns in later years things went wrong between owner and workers but much was right about the better towns.
Udaan is an excellent film in most regards — the casting just right, the acting excellent, the photography good. At one point I thought it needed a bit of cutting but was never bored. It is a good story well told and the physical setting is relevant. The many views of Jamshedpur recreation areas, gardens and roads show it to be an attractive, well-planned town. We see managerial level housing and factory workplaces and offices. I would like to have seen more of the workers and their lives but this is, after all, a movie and not a documentary. Jamshedpur city has come a long way from the 1951 town.
Jamshedpur workers 1951
Tata Engineering and Locomotive Works 1951
Opening the cargo door Jamshedpur 1951
Lunchtime in Jamshedpur 1951
The movie opens with Rohan, a seventeen year old boy, being expelled from the Bishop Cotton Boarding School that has been home to him for eight years, possibly since when his mother died. He goes to live in Jamshedpur with the father he barely knows and discovers a five-year-old half-brother, Arjun, a second motherless boy, living there, too. The father is cold, severe, authoritarian and harsh with both boys. Rohan is a talented poet and novelist. (I would have liked to understand the poems in Hindi.) One is convinced the boy has talent and will succeed as a writer. The father denigrates writing and forbids Rohan to even think of a career in writing. He insists that Rohan enroll in an engineering school and has him working in the steel mill as a manual laborer. The scenes on the factory floor are authentic and interesting. The father’s brother also works in Jamshedpur and lives in the town with his wife in a comfortable, tastefully decorated middle-class home.
Central to the Udaan story are the personalities of the father and his younger brother/uncle to Rohan. As an American, I have to think hard to make sense of the men. Surely, clues are given in the movie of their family origin by region and caste but I could not catch them. The brothers had attended the very expensive and prestigious Bishop Cotton Boarding School, so had to have come from a wealthy and well connected family. Aziz, the boy (now in his 60s) who joined our family in Mogadiscio in 1964, watched the movie with me. His family and community are North Indian, townspeople, traditional and socially conservative, for centuries traders across the Indian Ocean. He found the Udaan father plausible but could not imagine the son striking him, as Rohan does at one point, and he remarked on the near absence of women in the film. In Ravi’s families, all of them professional urban upper middle-class, social life for the men centered on the family. Husband and wife moved socially as a couple, rather than as is usual in many cultures where women are in the house and men in male settings outside the home. I know and read of other Indian communities, including the Rajputs in “Reversing the Gaze: Amar Singh’s Diary: a Colonial Subject’s Narrative of Imperial India.” Perhaps those family patterns, plus the British boarding school, could produce a man like the father in the film and find him perfectly normal. The brother/uncle has a wife but she is pictured only twice and briefly, once when being affectionate with Arjun. The father will not hire a woman to care for Arjun. He will not allow his brother to raise Arjun; instead, he insults the brother for not having fathered a child. He criticizes Rohan for his pursuit of effeminate activities, like literature; for his soft good looks; for still being a virgin; for not being what he considers manly; because Rohan’s mother preferred their son over him. He puts Rohan to a nasty daily test of physical strength that will, ironically, be his own undoing in the game of male dominance.
Jamshedpur town is the setting in which a man with the father’s personality can function and prosper. Even his acting out traditional family roles fits the top-down structure of corporate management. He insists on the older brother having total authority and the younger must accept. In the larger society family members might have stepped in to support the kinder brother and soften the father’s unreasonable behavior, but the company town is designed around the logic of industry and that suits the father. He is an engineer and a manager, efficient, hardworking, fair to his subordinates, entrepreneurial in developing contracts with other businesses to promote the company. He has no interests that conflict with his work. In his private life he uses his income rationally, to invest, as in useful types of schooling, and to save. He treats his sons with the same definition of fairness; he fulfills his obligations and when, in his thinking, he has made a mistake he apologizes. His apartment is furnished sparingly, with no decoration of any sort. His one indulgence is whiskey. The upper middle-class and elite sector Indian families I knew many decades ago had adopted the British pattern of drinking but in a context of sociability.
For the father, alcohol is his one comfort. He drinks alone. When drinking with his brother he gets drunk and acts out his anger. At this point family comes in handy; his brother, and then Rohan, get him home safely. Eventually he realizes he is lonely and needs a wife. In a culture where a man need not court a woman to gain a wife, his lack of social skills poses no barrier to an easy and quick marriage. The woman he chooses to organize his private life does not look to me to be of the wealthy, high level social class he came from and she brings with her an instant family, a daughter and a mother. I read that Bishop Cotton School boys in classes 3 to 8 live in a dormitory, over 30 of them together, under the care and supervision of a woman, the Matron. From class IX the boys move up to the Main School and are under the control and supervision of their male House Masters, Captains and Prefects. Is a Matron the father’s image of a woman he can live with? Not being Indian, I may have missed something here and would like an analysis. Naturally, I am interested in the women’s roles.
Rohan and Arjun long for the tenderness of a mother and because of the father their one kinswoman, their aunt, is unavailable to them. Arjun has become a naughty boy. I am struck by the lack of a town institution outside the family to substitute for the mother. I had no mother growing up, only my father, his father and his father’s wife. It was during the Great Depression, before government welfare programs, but public schools were everywhere as a community institution. I remember with deep gratitude the teachers who, knowing I had no mother, gave me special attention. In the film, Rohan and Arjun are sent to school emotionally starved and when they misbehave in innocent childish ways they are rejected, expelled. In the beginning of the film, we have a hint that Rohan’s boarding school master knew he was failing the boy but in the local school no one expresses any warmth at all for the troubled and lonely Arjun.
Which brings me to their British style boarding school, where all the teachers and all the staff are men and the larger function of the school traditionally was, maybe still is, to socialize boys into their roles as rulers of the nation. The boys grow up in isolation from anyone different from themselves, are prepared educationally and in social style for success and often are high achievers, have contact with and can bond with highly placed men out there who attended their and other elite schools. They are a privileged class.
On the other hand, there is a psychological cost. It cannot be good for a small child, even an older child, to be left in the care of total strangers as if this were a normal and good situation. It is frightening, traumatic for a child, and has life-long consequences. To me, what Rohan tells his father at the end of the movie rings true. (Counter opinion is available here.)
The final scene of Udaan is in homage to the magnificent Satyajit Ray and to the final scene in the third film of The Apu Trilogy. I have memorized The Apu Trilogy and can see Apu and Kajal and Rohan and Arjun, all of them walking together into a good future.
This gives me an excuse to add the Apu Triology posters. These are among my most favorite films. The Trilogy is about Apu as a small boy in the village, a child in Benares and a young man in Calcutta. Maybe I will write one day about what I see and love in these films. The music is by Ravi Shankar. The photo in the first poster is by Satyajit Ray and was shown in the 1955 Museum of Modern Art exhibition, The Family of Man.
Pather Panchali
Aparajito
Satyajit Ray’s drawing for the set on The World of Apu shows another aspect of his artistry. He was also a talented musician.
Apu’s room in Calcutta, sketch by Satyajit Ray
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