The Mulberry Empire
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- Amazon Sales Rank: #247134 in Books
- Published on: 2003-02-03
- Original language: English
- Binding: Paperback
- 544 pages
Customer Reviews
Leisured
There is nothing like a stately, well-crafted novel that creates a populous world entirely its own, that simultaneously pulls you up sharp and drags you along willingly. And contrary to the pay-off you were expecting, this *is* such a novel. But I didn't love it as much as that suggests.
Nobody can accuse Philip Hensher of lacking in ambition or being insufficiently protean: indeed with his books progressing further and further away geographically and chronologically - from contemporary London ("Kitchen Venom"), to Cold War-era Berlin ("Pleasured") and now 19th Century Afghanistan with "The Mulberry Empire" - we might be forgiven for expecting that his next book will be Jim Crace's "Quarantine." ("Pleasured," incidentally, is a superb book, and contains easily the most brilliant opening chapters of any novel of the 90s, an attribute often wrongly accredited to Ian McEwan's "Enduring Love.")
But even though Hensher says here on Amazon that the subject chose him rather than he choosing it, it's clear in the reading that he was also making a forced effort, spurred on apparently by A.S. Byatt, simply to write a big important book. His publishers consider it "an earthquake, a carnival, an awe-inspiring achievement." But they would say that, wouldn't they?
The good things about "The Mulberry Empire" are indeed numerous: it is beautifully written with not a word out of place; it has an air of diligent research and truth worn lightly; it excels in its portrayal not only of London (the scene in Hatter's Society permitting a rare and welcome outlet for Hensher's wit) but of Afghanistan's lands and cities; and it is a pleasurable read overall.
But the whole does not seem greater than the sum of its parts. In particular I felt let down by Hensher's inability to illustrate what he considered one of his primary interests in writing the novel: that is, "the calm expansiveness of the Islamic mind." In the circumstances of the last year which make Afghanistan of so much contemporary interest, one would have thought this was a point well worth establishing. But it fails. Although the Afghan ruler at the start of the novel, the Amir Dost Mohammed Khan, is both calm and expansive and also a good man, by virtue of his masterly inactivity he is less a presence than an absence. Of the main Afghan characters it is his son Akbar who stands out. Unfortunately, as he masterminds the vicious massacre of the retreating British forces, it is less the calm expansiveness in the Islamic mind that he illustrates than brutal zealotry. And some might say that that was an attribute that it is hardly helpful or necessary to reinforce.
So although Hensher's sympathies, rightly, are with the Afghan people, and we are well capable ourselves of denouncing the foolish hubris of the British occupying forces, he ends up, through the brutal sadism of their slaughter, tilting the balance of sympathy back to them and near the end he needs to remind us just what to think:
"And so the tale is done, and justice restored, and wisdom and virtue triumphed. Ended, the interlude of the English and their vainglory; over in four winters; ended, that mulberry empire, that season of wrong."
No doubt he was limited by what really happened. Nonetheless, read "The Mulberry Empire" for the wholly fictional parts, for the journey rather than the destination, and for the fine characters in the likes of Bella Garraway, Stokes, Masson and Vitkevich, which are the best of it.
A Deep and Provoking Book
I'm surprised by a previous reviewers suggestion that this isn't an evocative book - I really disagree. Hensher conveys a complex mixture of character, history, politics, strategy and place very effectively. Yes it is a long book, yes it is detailed, but it is far from pompous or lecturing - if anything I would say it was touching and moving. The different narrative strands also manage to coexist without confusion. Normally I am quite put off by such a fractured narrative and wish the novelist could return me to whichever sub plot has most engaged me, but not here. I felt happy to follow where Hensher led.
My main other reaction to The Mulberry Empire was one of embarassment that I do not know more of Afghanistan and its history. Something I feel provoked to correct - but I was very convinced by Hensher's take on it. It reminded me of my embarassment as a student when I started quoting events from I Claudius in a seminar as historical fact, because I had so accepted Graves' interrpretation that I'd forgotten they were from a novel. So, knowing no better, I believed what Hensher has written and accepted his analysis completely. It also makes a very chastening read as America and Britain play out their modern imperial agendas in Iraq. Will the world ever change?
Confidence is not enough.
... To me it felt as if the only strength of this novel was the author's confidence, which at least allows the narrative a certain loftiness. But confidence alone is not a strength, and this is not a strong piece of writing. In the lead role, Burnes has a facade of ambition but few other believable characteristics. The historical figures are paper cut-outs, portrayed with shockingly little narrative skill. The writing style inverts that old maxim, Show Don't Tell: Hensher tells everything, like a slightly pompous lecturer or clergyman, and lets his writing show nothing, as if he knows it is not quite up to the task. The reviews here also seem to suggest that The Mulberry Empire is full of interesting descriptive writing; I could not agree less. In short, this is a distinctly overwritten, underwhelming novel.





