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Forster seems to take their presence for granted. This technique mimics the way that people might come and go in real life. Forster also assumes that the reader will have some knowledge of the social nuances of British India. At times, the narrative focus shifts from a depiction of external events and enters the consciousness of one character or another, almost without the reader noticing that such a shift has occurred.

This stream-of-consciousness effect is evident when Forster writes about Mrs. Moore's experiences at the caves and when he reports Adela's perceptions during the trial. It is also used several times when the narrative records Aziz's thoughts about his Islamic heritage and about his place in India.

The action of the first two sections of the book takes place in the town of Chandrapore and at the Marabar Caves, located outside the town. Within the town itself, which is fairly nondescript, Forster identifies several localized settings. Turton and their wives, it is almost invariably at the Civil Station, the area where the Anglo-Indians live and work.

Often they are at the Chandrapore Club, which is exclusively for the Anglo-Indians and their British guests such as Mrs. Moore, and which Indians cannot enter. Although this setting emphasizes the Anglo-Indian's superior social status, it also shows their isolation from the mass of Indians who live around them. By contrast, the Indians are often shown at their own homes or in public places. The third section is set in Mau, a Hindu state several hundred miles from Chandrapore.

The book's three section headings—"Mosque," "Caves," and "Temple"—indicate the symbolic settings; see "Structure" and "Symbolism," below. Apart from these specific settings, India itself is the larger setting of the book. Indeed, some critics have remarked that India is not only the setting: it is also the subject and might even be considered a "character.

Critics have argued about the extent to which A Passage to India reflects actual historical and political conditions of the time in which it is set. Indeed, there is some critical dispute over exactly when the novel takes place; Forster gives no dates in the narrative. One Indian who admired the book believed that it was more representative of India at the time of Forster's first visit, Several Western critics have agreed with this analysis, and one has claimed that the action of the novel occurs "out of time.

A Passage to India is divided into three parts or sections. Each part has its own particular symbols, correspondences, and associations. Each is set in a different season and opens with a chapter that describes a particular aspect of India. Part I, titled "Mosque," takes place during the cool, dry season.

The Mosque where Dr. Aziz and his family and friends. Despite some hints of possible trouble, the prevailing mood is one of harmony. The main events of this part of the book are Aziz's meeting with Mrs. Part II, "Caves," takes place during the hot season. The focus shifts to the British domination of India and to a contemporary British Christian perspective. Adela Quested becomes the center of attention. This part of the novel is marked by misunderstanding and conflict or mystery and muddle, to use Mrs.

Moore's earlier terms. Moore gives in to despair after she hears the echo while she is in the cave, and Adela becomes completely confused.

The incident at the Marabar Caves and the trial of Dr. Aziz make up the main dramatic action. Aziz has settled in a Hindu state, Mau. Professor Godbole becomes a more prominent character. This part of the novel concentrates on the themes of rebirth and reconciliation. The primary events are the Hindu festival celebrating the rebirth of Krishna and Fielding's return to India. Part III is the shortest of the three sections of the novel and might be considered as an epilogue.

Just as the three-part structure gives the novel dramatic shape, the use of certain motifs helps to give the book dramatic unity. A motif is a recurring image or incident that has a suggestive and even a symbolic quality. One prominent motif in A Passage to India is the interrupted or delayed journey. This first occurs in chapter two, when Dr. Aziz is riding his bicycle to Major Callendar's bungalow at the English civil station and gets a flat tire. He has to find a tonga, or carriage, to take him the rest of the way.

By the time he finally arrives, the major has left. Aziz's failure to arrive on time suggests the wide gulf that separates the Indians and the British. To make matters worse, two English ladies appear and take Aziz's carriage, leaving him without transportation.

Another interrupted journey is the ride that Adela and Ronny take in the Nawab Bahadur's car. There is a minor accident—in the darkness the car runs off the road, stranding the passengers until Miss Derek comes along and offers to take them back to Chandrapore in her car.

But she leaves the Nawab's chauffeur behind. During this episode, Adela and Ronny decide that they will marry after all; but their engagement will prove to be temporary. This interrupted journey suggests their failure to marry. This failure separates them from Aziz, Mrs. Moore, and Adela, who go on without them. The reader is left to imagine that if Fielding and Godbole had been able to accompany Aziz and the women as they had planned, the terrible and confusing incidents that befall the members of the party at the Marabar Caves might never have occurred.

Later, Mrs. Moore dies on her voyage back to England. In the final section, as they travel to the native state of Mau where Aziz and Godbole are living, Fielding, Stella, and Ralph are delayed by floods caused by the monsoons. Just before the end of the book, Aziz takes Ralph out on the river in a boat "a rudderless dingy" ; the oars had been "hidden to deter the visitors from going out. Aziz fears that the couple "might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising.

Despite the accident, this time the journey ends safely. The four characters have witnessed the Hindu celebrations, and their immersion in the water suggests not drowning but rebirth and renewal. Forster has been called an ironic writer, and A Passage to India is perhaps the most ironic of all his works.

Several layers of irony are evident. For example, it is ironic that Aziz has organized the trip to the Marabar Caves in order to entertain his English guests. Rather than being the pleasant outing that Aziz intended, the excursion ends in disaster for everyone concerned. Something happens to Adela while she is in one of the caves: she believes that she has been attacked by Aziz.

Aziz, who had prided himself on his hospitality, instead finds himself punished for a crime he did not commit. There is also a minor irony in that Aziz finds Adela physically unattractive and is offended that anyone could think that he would want to rape her. Moore too suffers a fate more terrible than Adela's. While she is in the cave she hears an echo that is simply a meaningless noise—"ouboum. It is also ironic that, although the caves are reputed to be famous, there is really nothing remarkable about them except their effect on the visitors.

A further irony occurs later in the book when Dr. Aziz assumes that his friend Cyril Fielding has married Adela Quested. In fact, Fielding has married Stella Moore, the daughter of the late Mrs. Moore, whom Aziz greatly liked and admired. Also ironic is the suggestion that Stella, who has just arrived from England, may have a greater understanding of the mystery of India than does Aziz himself. Although A Passage to India is a realistic novel, it also contains many symbolic elements.

The most obvious symbols are those that give the titles of the book's three sections—mosque, cave, and temple. Both for Aziz and Mrs. Moore, the mosque is a symbol of refuge and peace, a place of sanctuary. The first meeting of Aziz and Mrs. Moore takes place in the mosque at night, under the moonlight. Moore has gone to the mosque because she is bored with the play she has been attending at the Chandrapore club.

The English play, Cousin Kate , seems artificial and out of place in India. The mosque, by contrast, is one symbol of the "real" India. The cave bears some resemblance to the mosque, in that both are enclosed spaces. Here, however, the resemblance ends.

The cave is dark, featureless, and menacing. Although there are many caves at Marabar, it is impossible to tell one from another; they are all alike. Critics have argued about the symbolic meaning of the cave. It is at least certain that whatever else they might suggest, they stand for misunderstanding and meaninglessness, or what Mrs.

Moore calls "muddle. Prominent among other symbols is the wasp. When Mrs. Moore goes to hang up her cloak at the end of chapter three, she sees a wasp. The symbolic significance of the wasp is not spelled out.

However, it suggests the natural life of India, and also carries a hint of uncertainty. He loved the wasp equally…. Although the action of A Passage to India takes place entirely in India, it should be remembered that Forster was a British writer, and that most of his readers were British.

Thus, the work reflects not only the contemporary India, which is its overt subject, but also England and the milieu in which Forster lived and wrote. Moreover, although Forster published the book in during the reign of King George V r.

Forster's first four novels were written in the first decade of the twentieth century, during the reign of King Edward VII r. Thus, like Forster's earlier books, A Passage to India is commonly regarded as an Edwardian book an Edwardian novel of manners, at that , even though it was not written during the Edwardian period.

Between the time Forster first visited India and began writing this novel and the time he finished it , Britain had undergone the traumatic experience of World War I. Britain and hei allies won the war, but more than , British soldiers were killed, along with another quarter ol a million soldiers from other parts of the British Empire ; another two million British and Empire soldiers were wounded, many of them severely. Quotes Das : [ Ali is carrying on during the trial ] Please, this is no way to defend your case!

Ali : I am not defending a case - and YOU are not trying one! We are both slaves! Das : Mr. Mahmoud Ali, if you don't calm down, I will have to exercise my authority. Ali : Do so! This trial is a farce! I've ruined my career! Ali : Mrs. Where are you, Mrs. Was this review helpful to you? Yes No Report this. Q: Is Adela Quested deluded, evil, malicious or just downright stupid? Language: English Hindi.

Runtime: min. It has sweep and size and is very romantic. During , Lean worked on the script. He spent six months in New Delhi, to have a close feeling of the country while writing. As he could not stay longer than that for tax reasons, he then moved to Zurich for three months, finishing it there.

Lean typed out the whole screenplay himself, correcting it as he went along, following the principle that scripts are not written, but rewritten. The director cast Australian actress Judy Davis , then 28, as the naive Miss Quested after a two-hour meeting. Lean wanted Celia Johnson , star of Brief Encounter , to play Mrs Moore, but she turned down the part and died before the film was released. The director then offered the part to Peggy Ashcroft , a stage actress who had appeared in films only sporadically.

She was not enthusiastic when Lean asked her to be Mrs Moore. The character required a combination of foolishness, bravery, honour and anger. After some hesitation, Lean cast Banerjee, but the director had to overcome the restrictions of British equity to employ an Indian actor.

Lean got his way, and the casting made headlines in India. Peter O'Toole was Lean's first choice to play Fielding. The role eventually went to James Fox.

Station Guide Weekly schedules, host bios and more. Radio Production We can help with your audio production. Send MSN Feedback. How can we improve? I read this one shortly after I inhaled A Room with a View. I was way, way too young to understand everything that was going on in the story, but the writing was lovely, and I did get the gist of all the injustice, corruption and racism that was Colonialism.

I remember thinking: when will humans stop conquering each other and just live in peace? But, then, of course, I had yet to learn the bitter fact that money makes the world go around. Time for a reread? I think there is a film adaptation of this novel. Might dig that up too! Sep 15, Tim rated it really liked it. To some degree this novel has dated because the world it depicts no longer exists - British empire India.

This means it has unintentionally become historical fiction. Sexual politics too have changed since Forster's day and I'm not sure too many novelists nowadays would pivot a novel on an overwrought woman falsely accusing a man of molesting her. There's a danger here of using one prejudice to condemn another - a sexist prejudice against women to condemn racism.

However, Forster is too astute a To some degree this novel has dated because the world it depicts no longer exists - British empire India. However, Forster is too astute and fair-minded to leave himself open to such an accusation. For example, you might say he champions the middle aged woman like no other writer. In at least three of his books we have an older woman who is unhindered by any kind of prejudice and is able to connect on an intuitive level with the world around her.

In this novel we have Mrs Moore, who embodies the qualities Forster believes are necessary to cross divides. Forster does a masterful job of ridiculing the racism of most of the British contingent, makes all its exponents appear pathetic and wizened individuals.

The difficulty of building bridges between east and west, this book's theme, is still very much a big problem of the world we live in. It's clearly a world that is close to Forster's heart and there were times when I wearied of what to me was excessive detail but on the whole a tremendously impressive achievement. The mind boggles at the immensity and confusion of India, at the distant mountains, at the strange religions, at the endless tracts of land blending with the gray and threatening sky.

This is a landscape of dreams and terrors. It is unreal, but not romantic - a land of deceit, irrationality, vague but persistent danger. Tempted here by mirages, the British have built their colony on a foundation of sand and it must soon crumble. But behind these fragments of visions, shimmering in the background as if through a hazy gauze at a glimpse at the true, permanent world, lie the Marabar Caves. They are present, but shadowy, just out of reach.

What is inside those caves? The answer? The soul of India itself? Or something else? Why do the caves remain in the mind like an echo, as they do to poor Adela? I am haunted by the Marabar Caves, as Adela was haunted by them, as Mrs. Moore was haunted by them.

They expand in my imagination, they beckon and seem to explain, and yet I cannot enter. The cavern dims and darkens as it curves away into the mountain, beyond my ken. The Marabar Caves are the key to the meaning of this novel, just as their counterpart in our collective unconscious is the key to understanding human existence, but that key, like the rest of India, is beyond my understanding.

What Forster has achieved here is a brilliant evocation of India as conjured by the hopes and fears of the British imagination. It is one of the most striking environments I have ever encountered in a novel. It seems to embody everything that Britain opposes - emotion, chaos, incomprehensibility - in contrast to Britain's self-perception of orderliness, control, reason, and duty. It is a canvas on which the English mind can display its deepest anxieties. Forster captures those anxieties with uncommon force.

And, to play on that wondrous stage, Forster has supplied an equally stellar cast of characters, to enact the greater drama of the British Raj's influence on the people of both England and India. Aziz is amiable and proud, and deeply invested in ingratiating himself to his British masters, but he is also self-conscious and anxious.

He reaches heights of happiness and expectation and then plunges into anger and resentment, all within a matter of moments, a product of having assimilated the slave mentality, which affects his every move and thought. Fielding is the Principal of a British school in India, benevolent, rational, without family ties, and desirous to befriend Aziz to separate himself from what he perceives to be the racism and ignorance of his fellow countrymen. He wants to prove he can be friends with an Indian.

Aziz wants to prove he can be friends with a Brit. The relationship they form is remarkable for its subtlety and its truthfulness, and remains surprising right to the end of the novel. Something else happened. But what? And Ronny, her fiancee, is the casually pompous British Magistrate of the city of Chandrapore who would like nothing better than to have all these Indians whipped. I loved Mrs.

Her transformation after the caves is devastating. And I felt for Adela. On the stand, at the trial, she does a selfless and honourable thing, and it made me so glad. Aziz's transformation after the trial is unspeakably sad, but absolutely realistic. I despised Ronny, but ultimately pitied him, for how can he be expected to escape the social and political forces that forged him?

These people were real to me. They are fascinating, believable, unforgettable. The prose of this novel is scintillating. It is intensely ironic in tone, and satirical, but it also has a strangely suggestive side, enigmatic, mysterious, hinting at things unsaid that stick into the mind like an icicle, or opening vistas of possibility one can only see as through a haze.

It weaves in and out of these modes with an astounding level of finesse and control, from satirical to funny to poetic and back again, insinuating secrets, dancing impishly, but never allowing us to forget, not for long, the mystery at the center of all things, the Marabar Caves.

The question is not merely, what happened in those caves? But rather, what are the caves? And what is India? And what is human existence? Is there hope, and meaning, and purpose? Is there a purpose to the British Empire? Is there a purpose to human connection? Is there a purpose to empathy and understanding? Or is it all merely an endless echo in a dark cave, BOUM? All these questions, it seems to me, are the same question, the question that drives the engine of this novel, and indeed all examinations of why greater powers have always seen fit to oppress, manipulate, and exploit the weaker.

And mysterious. That was the biggest surprise - the uncanny, amazing feeling running through the entire text that there are deeper forces at work, that there are answers to the human conundrum just out of our line of sight, just around the bend of the cave.

Highly recommended. Jul 29, Veronique rated it really liked it Shelves: favourites , r , classics , c20th , literary. The main plot had remained in my memory but not much else. As you expect, most of the English b 4. As you expect, most of the English behave in the most atrocious manner, full of conceit, bigotry, racism, and indeed ignorance.

That in itself is not groundbreaking. God's unity was indubitable and indubitably announced, but on all other points he wavered like the average Christian; his belief in the life to come would pale to a hope, vanish, reappear, all in a single sentence or a dozen heart-beats, so that the corpuscles of his blood rather than he seemed to decide which opinion he should hold, and for how long.

It was so with all his opinions. Nothing stayed, nothing passed that did not return; the circulation was ceaseless and kept him young, and he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. It would have been simpler to tell Dr. Lai that he had changed his mind about the party, but until the last minute he did not know that he had changed it; indeed, he didn't change it, it changed itself.

Unconquerable aversion welled. Callendar, Mrs. Lesley—no, he couldn't stand them in his sorrow: they would guess it— for he dowered the British matron with strange insight— and would delight in torturing him, they would mock him to their husbands. When he should have been ready, he stood at the Post Office, writing a telegram to his children, and found on his return that Dr.

Lai had called for him, and gone on. Well, let him go on, as befitted the coarseness of his nature. For his own part, he would commune with the dead. And unlocking a drawer, he took out his wife's photograph. He gazed at it, and tears spouted from his eyes. He thought, "How unhappy I am! Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at this photograph, the less he saw.

She had eluded him thus, ever since they had carried her to her tomb. He had known that she would pass from his hands and eyes, but had thought she could live in his mind, not realizing that the very fact that we have loved the dead increases their unreality, and that the more passionately we invoke them the further they recede.

A piece of brown cardboard and three children— that was all that was left of his wife. It was unbearable, and he thought again, "How unhappy I am!

He had breathed for an instant the mortal air that surrounds Orientals and all men, and he drew back from it with a gasp, for he was young. Perhaps some day a rich person might require this particular operation, and he gain a large sum. The notes interesting him on their own account, he locked the photograph up again. Its moment was over, and he did not think about his wife any more. After tea his spirits improved, and he went round to see Hamidullah. Hamidullah had gone to the party, but his pony had not, so Aziz borrowed it, also his friend's riding breeches and polo mallet.

He repaired to the Maidan. It was deserted except at its rim, where some bazaar youths were training. Training for what? They would have found it hard to say, but the word had got into the air. Round they ran, weedy and knock-kneed—the local physique was wretched— with an expression on their faces not so much of determination as of a deterinination to be determined. The youths stopped and laughed.

He advised them not to exert themselves. They promised they would not, and ran on. Riding into the middle, he began to knock the ball about. He could not play, but his pony could, and he set himself to learn, free from all human tension.

He forgot the whole damned business of living as he scurried over the brown platter of the Maidan, with the evening wind on his forehead, and the encircling trees soothing his eyes. The ball shot away towards a stray subaltern who was also practising; he hit it back to Aziz and called, "Send it along again. Concentrated on the ball, they somehow became fond of one another, and smiled when they drew rein to rest. Aziz liked soldiers— they either accepted you or swore at you, which was preferable to the civilian's hauteur— and the subaltern liked anyone who could ride.

But it cooled with their bodies, for athletics can only raise a temporary glow. Nationality was returning, but before it could exert its poison they parted, saluting each other. Now it was sunset. A few of his co-religionists had come to the Maidan, and were praying with their faces towards Mecca. A Brahminy Bull walked towards them, and Aziz, though disinclined to pray himself, did not see why they should be bothered with the clumsy and idolatrous animal.

He gave it a tap with his polo mallet. As he did so, a voice from the road hailed him: it was Dr. Panna Lai, returning in high distress from the Collector's party. Aziz, Dr. Aziz, where you been? I waited ten full minutes' time at your house, then I went. But Dr. Lai, being of low extraction, was not sure whether an insult had not been intended, and he was further annoyed because Aziz had buffeted the Brahminy Bull.

Do you not send your servants? I saw your servant. Lai, consider. How could I send my servant when you were coming: you come, we go, my house is left alone, my servant comes back perhaps, and all my portable property has been carried away by bad characters in the meantime.

Would you have that? The cook is deaf— I can never count on my cook—and the boy is only a little boy. Never, never do I and Hassan eave the house at the same time together. It is my fixed rule. Lai's face. It was not offered as truth and should not have been criticized as such.

But the other demolished it—an easy and ignoble task. Aziz detested ill breeding, and made his pony caper. It spoiled some most valuable blossoms in the club garden, and had to be dragged back by four men. English ladies and gentlemen looking on, and the Collector Sahib himself taking a note. But, Dr. Aziz, I'll not take up your valuable time. This will not interest you, who have so many engagements and telegrams. I am just a poor old doctor who thought right to pay my respects when I was asked and where I was asked.

Your absence, I may remark, drew commentaries. Damn well! Oh, very fine. Damn whom? Go forward, Dapple. He could do it so easily by galloping near them. He did it. Dapple bolted. He thundered back on to the Maidan. The glory of his play with the subaltern remained for a little, he galloped and swooped till he poured with sweat, and until he returned the pony to Hamidullah's stable he felt the equal of any man. Once on his feet, he had creeping fears. Was he in bad odour with the powers that be?

Had he offended the Collector by absenting himself? Panna La! The complexion of his mind turned from human to political. He thought no longer, "Can I get on with people? At his home a chit was awaiting him, bearing the Government stamp.

It lay on his table like a high explosive, which at a touch might blow his flimsy bungalow to bits. He was going to be cashiered because he had not turned up at the party. When he opened the note, it proved to be quite different; an invitation from Mr. Fielding, the Principal of Government College, asking him to come to tea the day after to-morrow.

His spirits revived with violence. They would have revived in any case, for he possessed a soul that could suffer but not stifle, and led a steady life beneath his mutability. But this invitation gave him particular joy, because Fielding had asked him to tea a month ago, and he had forgotten about it-never answered, never gone, just forgotten. And here came a second invitation, without a rebuke or even an allusion to his slip. Here was true courtesy— the civil deed that shows the good heart— and snatching up his pen he wrote an affectionate reply, and hurried back for news to Hamidullah's.

For he had never met the Principal, and believed that the one serious gap in his life was going to be filled. He longed to know everything about the splendid fellow— his salary, preferences, antecedents, how best one might please him. But Hamidullah was still out, and Mahmoud AH, who was in, would only make silly rude jokes about the party. Fielding had been caught by India late. He was over forty when he entered that oddest portal, the Victoria Terminus at Bombay, and—having bribed a European ticket inspector—took his luggage into the compartment of his first tropical train.

The journey remained in his mind as significant. Of his two carriage companions one was a youth, fresh to the East like himself, the other a seasoned Anglo-Indian of his own age. A gulf divided him from either; he had seen too many cities and men to be the first or to become the second. New impressions crowded on him, but they were not the orthodox new impressions; the past conditioned them, and so it was with his mistakes.

To regard an Indian as if he were an Italian is not, for instance, a common error, nor perhaps a fatal one, and Fielding often attempted analogies between this peninsula and that other, smaller and more exquisitely shaped, that stretches into the classic waters of the Mediterranean. His career, though scholastic, was varied, and had included going to the bad and repenting thereafter. By now he was a hard-bitten, good-tempered, intelligent fellow on the verge of middle age, with a belief in education.

He did not mind whom he taught; public schoolboys, mental defectives and policemen, had all come his way, and he had no objection to adding Indians. Watch fullscreen. Jambo Master1.

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