Salman
Rushdie’s The Moor’s Last Sigh is
ostensibly a family saga, focusing on over a century of the da Gama family’s
involvement in India’s spice trade industry. The saga centers on a woman, Aurora
Zogoiby (neé da Gama), who becomes a prolific painter during the early 20th
century. But, the story is no simple saga, because lurking behind the rise of a
family spice empire and its prolific artist, there is a darker story, a
palimpsest that the tale’s narrator, the Moor of the title, slowly reveals by
picking away the blander painting overlaying it.
The da
Gama spice empire is nothing but a front for the organized criminal empire of
Aurora Zogoiby’s husband, Abraham Zogoiby. Abraham, a Jew who claims among his
ancestors the last Moorish king of Alhambra, rises from his humble position as
a clerk in a da Gama godown, when the spice empire’s young heiress, Aurora
falls madly in love with him. Abraham rejects his heritage and takes his place
at the helm of the spice empire, which he preserves through the Second World
War by intimidating ship’s captains to brave the U-boat infested shipping
lanes, with the threat certain death at the hands of disgruntled dockhands that
he personally incites against them. Yet even such means leave the spice empire
in peril, and Abraham must make a deal with the mother that he repudiated when
he married Aurora. Abraham promises his mother that she may raise his first
born son as a Jew in exchange for the gems he once discovered hidden by his
mother in the community synagogue. The jewels ultimately preserve the da Gama
spice empire, but they threaten connubial bliss, as Aurora, upon discovering
his promise, declares a cessation of physical relations between her and her
husband until her mother-in-law dies. The marriage survives, and after
Abraham’s mother dies, the couple is blessed with three daughters in quick
succession, and then, later by their only son, Moraes “Moor” Zogoiby.
Moor is
born with a condition, he was born four-and-a-half months too early (or
perhaps, as Moor himself suggest, right on time; there is that matter of the
unaccounted for night in Aurora’s travels nine months before his birth). Moor
also ages twice as fast as other humans, and he has a deformed club, instead of
a right hand.
The
family thrives in Bombay, where Abraham builds his criminal empire. Aurora
turns a blind eye to Abraham’s business methods and concentrates on her art. With
Moor as her model, Aurora embarks on the greatest artistic project of her life,
the Moor sequence, which depicts Moor as Boabdil, the last Moorish king of
Granada, from who the Zogoiby family claimed descent. In Bombay, Moor’s body
ages quickly, but his faculties are restricted to a normal rate of growth. He
falls in love with the wrong woman, whose conniving precipitates Moor’s falling
out with his family.
Banished,
Moor joins with Abraham and Aurora’s political enemies, until, after Aurora’s
death, he reconciles with his father. But, the reconciliation comes too late,
for Moor desperately wants reconciliation with his dead mother. Nonetheless, he
becomes his father’s confidant, and learns the extent of his father’s criminal
empire. Events move quickly. The police close in on Abraham, and his political
enemies seek to bring him down. Eventually, Moor flees, as the Bombay he knows
crumbles around him. His final journey culminates in the small, mountain-top
Spanish town of Benegeli, where he hopes to posthumously reconcile with his
mother, and where he reunites with an old friend from his family’s past.
Rushdie’s
narrative brilliance shines in novel’s intricacies. Behind the tale lurks the
palimpsest of history. Rushdie presents an India emerging from the vestiges of
colonialism to become a country in the modern era. As the saga unfolds,
characters dabble in communism, produce well-ridiculed scientific theories, and
confront religious sectarianism. His characters exist in the world that he
creates. Each character has its own mannerisms and speech. One can easily pick
out Aurora’s lines by the added o’s and y’s. “Irish” da Gama, the Moor’s great-uncle,
always appears accompanied by his favorite dog – whether living, or stuffed and
mounted on wheels. The novel abounds in coincidence, and though some
coincidences are a bit too fortuitous, they are delivered in the Rushdie
fashion, with the proper amount of skepticism and unapologetic, self-consciousness
that enables them to come across as narratively brilliant. The novel is
well-deserving of its acclaim.
JCM
11 January 2013
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