Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Two George Lamming novels and a wonderful surprise … second time lucky with used books … Part 3 – Who is Mike Henshaw?



When I read George Lamming’s words inscribed for ‘Mike Henshaw’ on Season of Adventure’s flyleaf, I was curious to find out who this person was.  It was easy to guess that ‘Mike Henshaw’ was not just another fan whose book Lamming had signed.  At book signings, usually the author asks your name and then writes your name and adds Best WishesAll the bestWith love … or some such thing.  The author doesn’t know you from Adam.  Here it was different.  I do appreciate your help,” indicated a personal and closer relationship. 

I only had a name and some personal words.  I put on my deerstalker, stuck a pipe in my mouth and went to google.  I searched for Michael Henshaw and Mike Henshaw.  Michael Taylor or Michael Smith might have returned hundreds of hits, but Henshaw doesn’t appear to be a common surname, so the number of hits were considerably less.  Wherever I could see that the person was American, I jumped across and went to the next link.  Lamming had migrated to England in the 1950s, and had lived there ever since, so I was fairly confident that Mike Henshaw was a Briton.  I had no other clues. 

I read a number of pages on different Mike/Michael Henshaws, but was not convinced.  Linkedin had around 70 professionals named Michael Henshaw.  I found a systems engineer, an aeronautical engineer, a behavioural ecologist, an accountant, also an actor.  I read an obituary in The Guardian for a Michael Henshaw dated Thursday 4 October 2007.  I went back and read it again carefully.  Among all the Henshaws, this person appeared most likely to be Lamming’s Henshaw.  The more I read, the more I began to get convinced that this was the man Lamming had inscribed those words for.  But I was not feeling good about the fact that this Henshaw was no more. 

This Michael Henshaw was described as a ‘cool accountant,’ ‘the famously unorthodox London accountant who specialised in difficult cases involving creative people.’  The writer Barry Miles goes on to write that …

Michael waged a one-man crusade against what he saw as the unfair treatment of artists and writers by tax inspectors. He insisted that the arts made a substantial contribution to the economy and, as far he was concerned, for a poet to go on a walking tour of the Lake District was just as valid a business expense as a visit to a factory by a businessman – a concept the Inland Revenue had trouble understanding.  But many artists and writers were delighted to discover someone who appreciated what they were doing and was prepared to take on their financial problems, and his reputation quickly spread.

There was also a list of his clients that included media persons, actors, writers, and poets …

Michael's other media clients included television and film producers Ken Loach, Ken Trodd and Tony Garnett, theatre director Michael Bogdanov, broadcaster Humphrey Burton and actor Anthony Hopkins. Among his writers were David Mercer, David Hare, Fay Weldon, Alexander Trocchi, Simon Gray, Monty Python collectively, then Terry Jones and Michael Palin, as well as poets Ted Hughes, Basil Bunting, and even Allen Ginsberg when he was in Britain.

I was almost sure now that I finally found Lamming’s Henshaw.  Lamming’s name among these names would have sealed the case, but I was willing to be a bit suspended rather than be firmer on terra.  Henshaw must have sorted out Lamming’s finances and taxes, for which a grateful Lamming ‘warmly appreciates his help.’

Henshaw was also a colourful person, zipping around town in an open-topped sports car, living in a large house overlooking Regent's Park, filled with books and art, his first-floor study dominated by a huge (and extremely fashionable) Arco lamp made of marble and chrome, the epitome of swinging London.  Barry Miles also writes about Henshaw’s involvement in the arts scene in London in the 1960s. 

I am pleased that I got a signed copy of Lamming’s book, which is a treasure for me, but how did Henshaw’s book reach India and then me.  Even after I was convinced that I had found my Henshaw, I kept browsing hoping to get some more information.  And then yesterday, I came across a link, which was again a sort of obituary for Michael Henshaw.  It reiterated most of the facts I read in Barry Miles’ article.  Towards the end, there is this …

At his death in 2007 some of Henshaw’s personal documents, including the Bemrose School photo and his driving licence, were sold off, along with many of the books that his clients had signed for him. Those inscribed by Alan Sillitoe are now, aptly, in the library at Nottingham University. If he is perhaps rather a forgotten figure nowadays, Michael Henshaw lives on perhaps as Austin Powers and as a fleeting figure in the published diaries of Michael Palin. Surprisingly, the ‘cool ‘accountant remained a bean counter into old age.

It is sad in a way that Henshaw’s descendants or inheritors did not see any value in all the documents and inscribed books that they sold.  I am sure this is the Mike Henshaw I was looking for.  I tried to locate a photograph of Mike Henshaw on the Internet, but both articles did not have his photograph and I was not sure where to look.

Somehow this book inscribed and signed by George Lamming found its way to my doorstep from Henshaw’s desk.  I am now linked to George Lamming as well as Mike Henshaw.  It is a great feeling.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Two George Lamming novels and a wonderful surprise … second time lucky with used books … Part 2 – The Surprise -- one from Lamming's hand …

Even while I was in the second semester of the PGDES course at CIEFL, I had more or less decided to work on George Lamming’s novels for my MPhil in case I got a seat in the programme.  This was mainly because I, very surprisingly, found all of Lamming’s six novels in the CIEFL library.  Some sensible and informed soul must have recommended that the library should buy the novels of this important voice in postcolonial literature.  I had already read In the Castle of My Skin, and before I left Hyderabad after completing the PGDES course, I went around asking friendly seniors like Pradeep Sharma to borrow these five novels on their library cards.  I wanted to take these novels with me, finish reading them, and when I’d return to Hyderabad for the MPhil entrance exam, I could return them.  And since I was a very popular ‘participant’ (ho ho ho ho ho … [oh, come on maan, allow the guy to indulge in some deceptive dreams…]), I was a known commodity and a couple of seniors humoured me and borrowed these books on their cards for me to read.  

I read all five of them during the break … in swelteringly hot and sweaty Sultanpur … and also in Chandigarh, where I went to attend my classmate Priya Bhatnagar’s wedding.  So, I read the other five novels of Lamming – The Emigrants, Of Age and Innocence, Season of Adventure, Water with Berries, and Natives of My Person – during this break.  By the time the MPhil interviews came around, I decided to work exclusively on In the Castle of My Skin, and this was also endorsed by my research supervisor.  It was also suggested that I could extend my research and work on all the novels for my PhD, if things get that far.  Though things went far, as far as PhD was concerned, my research into Lamming’s novels stopped with my MPhil dissertation.  But as I said in the previous post, Lamming continued to occupy space in my mind … In the Castle of My Skin would never leave me. 

Those other five novels slowly receded from memory.  I don’t remember anything that I read of these novels in those summer months in 1992.  But I would keep an eye open for these novels whenever I went to bookshops, at Abids, at Best Books sales, etc.  I also tried to see if they are available in online bookshops.  After all this, I got lucky in late January this year.  I found two Lamming novels on dealstar, a used books portal on amazon – The Emigrants and Season of Adventure.  The prices were on the higher side, considering that these were being sold as used books.  But they was not prohibitive and they were Lamming novels and I pressed the button.  There were two other books that I ordered along with these two Lamming novels, but that is for another post.  For some reason, it took ten days for the package to arrive.  I opened the package and saw that The Emigrants was a paperback edition and Season of Adventure was a hardback.



I opened The Emigrants and flipped through.  Going by the cover, I think the CIEFL library has the same edition.  Season of Adventure is a hardback and hardbacks come with an outer cover and all that.  I opened the book and I saw some writings on the blank page inside.  I read that and then I realized … Oh my god!  Oh my god! This was unbelievable …. look what I found …




An author signed copy of George Lamming’s novel!!!  No less!!  

I held the book in my hands and just kept looking at it … then I ran with the book to Shruti and showed this to her … isn’t that great, she said … a real surprise gift for a Lamming fan …  

Though I have got copies of books signed by some of my favourite authors, they were all intended and happened live.  I could never have hoped to get a book signed by Lamming.  It would have to be either me going to England or Lamming coming to India.  And this was the second time I got lucky with finding author-signed copies while buying secondhand books.  Remember, I got an author-signed copy of an Ian Rankin novel?  (Don’t remember? Then read it here)

I settled down after some time, but the excitement didn’t wear off.  The more I read the ‘dedication,’ the more I started wondering … ‘Who is this Mike Henshaw?’

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Two George Lamming novels and a wonderful surprise … second time lucky with used books … Part 1 – Close encounters with George Lamming’s first novel In the Castle of My Skin

I read George Lamming for the first time in 1991.  His first novel, In the Castle of My Skin, written in 1953, was part of the Commonwealth Literature syllabus when I was doing my MA at Fergusson College.  When I started reading In the Castle of My Skin written by this writer from Barbados, I entered into a world which I hadn’t known before.  I had read some of Naipaul’s Trinidad novels and they dealt with the lived experiences of immigrant Indian/Hindu population of Trinidad society.  And here in this novel, we were in an Afro-Caribbean space.  Unlike Trinidad, Guyana, and Suriname, which have an almost 50% Indian-origin population, Barbados, Jamaica, and other Caribbean countries are predominantly Afro-Caribbean.  In the Castle of My Skin is at one level a bildungsroman, charting the growth of a young boy, name ‘G,’ from his childhood till he leaves Barbados, when he gets a job in Trinidad.  A number of contemporary themes, luminous childhood vignettes, spirited people, poignant scenes, ideas, struggles, and concerns, are woven and interwoven around the ‘growing up of G’ with the help of a skillful and brilliant narrative structure to form the fascinating tapestry of this novel.  Of course, at that time, in 1991, I hadn’t realized all this about this novel.  What stood out for me was how this novel was narrated.  It was as if Lamming had created a unique ‘West Indian’ narrative composition through this novel. 

The memories of In the Castle of My Skin stayed with me long after I completed my MA and when in 1993, I was admitted into the MPhil programme at CIEFL, I grabbed the opportunity to work on the distinctive narrative structure of this novel which had so enchanted me.  But I didn’t have a copy of the novel with me.  While I was doing my MA, there used to be this one copy of In the Castle of My Skin in the Fergusson College library and there were around twenty students fighting for that one copy.  There was no other way then and I got the whole novel photocopied for my regular and personal use.  The CIEFL library too had a copy of In the Castle of My Skin, and fortunately, nobody else wanted this novel, so I could have complete custody of this novel.  I borrowed that copy for form’s sake, but I decided to use my jeroks copy of the novel I had brought with me from Pune.  I tried to buy a copy of the novel for myself, but couldn’t find a copy anywhere.  Booksellers said they’d have to ‘import’ it and at that time it would have been a very expensive proposition.  By the time I submitted my MPhil dissertation that jeroks copy looked as if it had survived a hurricane.  There were markings, underlines, highlightings, margin comments, pages had become dog-eared … all sorts of things.  But there was this regret that I was not able to get my own copy of the novel.  







I had to wait till January 2010 for this regret to turn to joy.  It was at a used books’ sale by Best Books at YMCA, Secunderabad, that I found a copy of In the Castle of My Skin.  When things like this happen, I go speechless.  I kept looking at the book, looked at the back cover, skimmed the pages, it was in very good condition.  The cover is plain black with the title and author in shiny red letters, and in white letters we have a quote (blurb??) at the top and the series label at the bottom.  The back cover has a smoking Lamming in a passport size black & white photograph and acclaim from some of the top British (?) periodicals like New Statesman, Tribune, The Spectator, etc. 



There are other editions of In the Castle of My Skin, which have more imaginative and more figurative covers, but at that point of time this edition was the most precious book that I had ever held in my hands.  If I am lucky, I might lay my hands on the other editions with colourful covers too … who knows …  

This enchantment with In the Castle of My Skin’s distinctive narrative composition led me deeper into the novel and I became closer to the characters, their concerns, their activities … I enjoyed eavesdropping on the young boys’ conversations on the beach … I saw the British colonial apparatus working in remote Barbados … I saw Barbados gaining independence and struggling with the initial days of freedom … and all these were narrated so masterfully …

In the Castle of My Skin continued to occupy space in my mind long time after my MPhil and around 2007 or so I decided to put together a paper for publication based on my dissertation.  This paper would solely be on the narrative structure of In the Castle of My Skin.  It was mostly a distillation process from the main chapter in my dissertation.  This paper “Redemption Song: Narrative, Time, and Narrator/s in George Lamming’s In the Castle of My Skinwas published by The Literary Criterion in 2008.  I had spent a memorable week at Dhvanyaloka in Mysore for a week in 1993 reading and collecting research material for my MPhil and had also discussed my work with Prof C. D. Narasimhaiah.  I was glad that The Literary Criterion (brought out by Dhvanyaloka Centre for Indian Studies, Mysore, and one of the oldest literature research journals in India) decided to publish this paper.  In case anyone is interested, the paper is here.

Actually, this was not what I intended to write, I wanted to write about the two other Lamming novels that I found and bought recently from a used books’ portal on amazon.  But this post of sort of wrote itself.  It is quite possible that I wanted to write in detail about In the Castle of My Skin and my relationship with it when I found the novel in 2010, but never did.  When I started to write this post, things started adding up and took on a different shape and ended up like this.  And so, I had to go back to the title and make this post a sort of Part 1.  Though finding In the Castle of My Skin in 2010 was itself a surprise, but the ‘surprise’ in the title refers to a recent surprise with another Lamming novel.  Now, I am not so sure whether the surprise would unravel itself in Part 2 or if there are going to be more parts … I’ll have to wait and watch …  I am no longer sure …