Literature and Illness

Today the gap between my breakfast and lunch was just three hours. Exactly three. On usual days, it’s more than five hours, I noticed. Today I felt energized. But the poor belly could not take a breather today! A bunch of grapes was hung on the fruit cart, and I picked up a berry from the bunch after lunch. It had no calories. Ancient medical sciences give guidelines that ‘allow three or more hours between two meals. That keeps the fire in your belly in control. The longer gap is also dangerous. The other interesting fact is that our digestive power is strongest between 12 and 2 PM. Eat the most nutritious stuff during this time. You will feel better and energized. Take proper care of your health before it’s too late; have you not heard that saying, ‘A stitch in time saves nine!

Enough about food and health! Let’s talk about being ill now. What do you do when you fall ill? Imagine what will happen if Virginia Woolf gets sick. Is there any doubt that she would write another fine piece on something! In her work, On being ill, Woolf writes that there is so much to quote from literature when you are happy and healthy, but what will you say if you want to say something about your illness in literary style? “To hinder the description of illness in literature, there is the poverty of the language. English, which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear, has no words for the shiver and headache.” She says that literature has all grown one way, and she seems not happy with that. “The merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love, has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her; but let the sufferers try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor, and language at once runs dry.”

Illness is a universal phenomenon; who does not fall ill in his life? In novels, so many characters get sick. Isn’t it? Sometimes illness becomes a cause of emotional salvation for the readers; sometimes it becomes a guise for hiding the cruelest of criminals. A repugnance at the mere fancy of an imminent disease that is incurable fills the pages of a book with an air of abhorrence. Have you forgotten that celebrated specialist who came to ascertain the state of Kitty’s health in “Anna Karenina,” when the prescription of first cod-liver, then iron, and then nitrate of silver did no good to her? Wasn’t that character so unique, who insisted that a maidenly sense of shame is only a relic of barbarism. He was talking about handling the woman patients.

What about that first scene of Dostoyvesky’s ‘The Idiot,’ where that fair-haired young man in the cloak, conversing with fellow passengers in the third-class wagon of a train coming back from Switzerland to Petersberg (Russia), said that he had been sent abroad for his health: that he had suffered from some strange nervous malady- a kind of epilepsy, with convulsive spasms.

A question came there,

whether he had been cured?”

“No, they did not cure me,” was an answer from the young man.

Hey ! that’s it!. you stumped up your money for nothing. And we believe in those fellows here” Said one passenger.

“Gospel truth sir Gospel truth!” exclaimed another.

Even if a work of fiction is not primarily based on some disease, whether it is infectious, hereditary, or physiological. Still, someone on this or that page falls ill in almost every story. A major character or any minor, they are bound to fall ill. And a novelist knows how to use that illness in the plot to extrapolate the true substance of the book he is writing. Anyway, let that novelist do whatever he wants with the illness of his characters; you keep yourself fit to avoid any illness. Here is a health tip from my side:

 ‘Drink plenty of water throughout the day and limit sugary beverages.’

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Recluse and Emily Dickinson!

I have a closet full of books. I open it sometimes. Taking a random book and nudging other books with the help of this random book to make them orderly is also something that I do sometimes, unconsciously. Today also I opened the closet, picked up that random book, and was just about to nudge those disorderly storybooks when suddenly I changed my mind. Keeping that closet open, I reclined on the sofa nearby and started reading that random book. That random book, this time, was a book of Emily’s poems after all. How could I just use her book as a nudger? I started reading it and told the other books. “Give me a nudge after 15 minutes; I will be back to arrange you in order…. I am reading Emily.” I know how to talk to books.

Emily was known as ‘recluse.’ In my preliminary study about her years ago, I came across this term often. A recluse is one who loves solitude and avoids people, who lives alone. But for a writer and a poet, I personally feel that it’s not a trouble but rather a virtue. How will a poet create his or her own inner world if he or she is tangled in the already existing outer world? Reclusion is a must for all creative people; however, in the case of Emily, I find the repetitive usage of this word. It was not that sort of general recluse that creative people usually adopt. It has been reported that for almost 20 years she had been in that so-called ‘recluse.’ During that period she remained reclusively in her family’s homestead. She had limited the people around her. It’s not that she avoided everyone. There were a few people she was fond of, perhaps. Dickinson told her cousin Louise Norcross that she was “one of the ones from whom I do not run away” when she wanted her to come for a visit in 1858. People have called her “hermit” and “recluse.”

What would have been the exact reason for this? There is no clear evidence. Was it because of some medical condition or just a self-imposed isolation? Was she maddened by the male-dominated society of her time, or was it just the creative genius within her that coerced her to imprison herself in her own fancy bubble? What may have been the exact reason?

What do you think?

Here is a poem from her pen,

Banish Air from Air –

Divide Light if you dare –

They’ll meet

While Cubes in a Drop

Or Pellets of Shape

Fit –

Films cannot annul

Odors return whole

Force Flame

And with a Blonde push

Over your impotence

Flits Steam.

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