
In essence this is a fictionalised account of the real-life collaboration between G H Hardy and Srinivasa Ramanujan in the years 1913-1919, a collaboration that led to some of the most important mathematical advances of the century. Their unusual relationship began with the renowned British mathematician receiving a letter from Ramanujan, a Madras-based clerk who claimed to have made breakthroughs in the field of prime numbers. Convinced that he was dealing with raw genius, Hardy overcame resistance from the Cambridge authorities and from Ramanujan’s own family in India (his religion forbade him from crossing the ocean), and arranged for Ramanujan to come to Cambridge on a scholarship to study under him. In this, he received valuable help from an acquaintance named Eric Neville and his wife Alice, who happened to be visiting Madras at the time and who hosted Ramanujan in their house for the first few months of his stay in England. But Ramanujan was never completely at ease in this new country, his health deteriorated over the years and eventually he died, aged just 32, shortly after returning to India.

Despite its title, The Indian Clerk is really G H Hardy’s story - not a biography but an account of a crucial period in his life. The most moving sections of the book are the interludes where Leavitt lets Hardy share his innermost thoughts directly with the reader (via an “imaginary lecture” that runs alongside the real one he gave at Harvard in 1936). Here we get a sense of a conflicted man, even when he doesn’t admit it to himself. He remains confused about matters of faith, confounded by the fact that his discipline doesn’t always conform to the order expected of a science (“Once again, mathematics had tantalized us with a pattern, only to snatch it away. Really, it was rather like dealing with God”). Nor is he really comfortable about his sexuality (“a non-practising homosexual”, a colleague once called him), and as if all this weren’t enough, he is guilt-ridden about his sister (whose eye he damaged in an accident when they were children) and about a former lover who committed suicide. (The ghost of this ex-lover occasionally visits him, further undermining his sense of himself as a rationalist.)

Seen out of context, most all these personal struggles and frustrations are well-handled, and each of them tells us something about the society these people live in; about the fading of social mores, about a country on the cusp of momentous change (this is the time of the Great War, a deeply disillusioning period for Britain, which marked the beginning of its decline as a superpower). But they also have a diluting effect. Narrative to-and-fro-ing of this sort would be better used in a much larger novel, one that clearly spelt out its intention to be a sprawling sociological work. The book also meanders because of the many asides about Hardy’s colleagues, the Cambridge secret society known as The Apostles, which included such intellectuals of the time as Lytton Strachey, Bertrand Russell and Ludwig Wittgenstein. Leavitt gives too much space to Russell’s run-ins with the authorities (his pacifism landed him in a good deal of trouble at a time when the government was trying to romanticise war and sell the British people cosy fantasies about soldiers living in underground bunkers that resembled holiday camps) and while all this is undoubtedly interesting in its own right, one doesn’t get the sense that it belongs in this book.
That The Indian Clerk still works as well as it does is testament to Leavitt’s ability to bring the milieu alive and to make us feel for his principal characters. Reading this story about a very lonely man (possibly two very lonely men, though Hardy's loneliness is more fully explored) and the stifling times he lived in, it’s possible to appreciate the sentiments behind Hardy’s famous remark that his association with Ramanujan was “the one romantic incident” in his life.
[A couple of extracts in this earlier post]
A couple of months ago, there was a series of posts at the Elegant Variations blog regarding this book, and they had the first chapter available for perusal. I have only read that bit of the book, Amardeep's summary and now yours, and thought of a couple of things. One, the historical novel is a bit of a beast to get right. In order to set the atmosphere, the writer needs to fill in a lot of background information (sort of like the As you know, Captain phenomenon in sci-fi), which is a delicate business. One doesn't want to sound like a history text, but one doesn't want to provide insufficient information either. Leavitt, I find, seems to throw in every fact he could find about contemporary life in Cambridge (you mention the overkill about Russell); meanwhile, the stuff about the math doesn't seem to add much to the narrative (but this is a matter of taste). Secondly, in a biographical novel, one might ask how accurate the circumstances and conversations are? Fictionalising these (see the section on Biography as Contested Space here) is contentious, to say the least. So what does this kind of book offer over and above a straight biography (e.g. Kanigel's book on Ramanujam)? What do you think?
ReplyDeleteFeanor: (chuckling at sudden vision of Kirk and Scotty teleported to Cambridge) I kept measuring The Indian Clerk against Arthur & George, which I thought was a tighter, more satisfying example of historical fiction. Yes, there was too much about the Apostles here, and while Leavitt probably did this for a reason (maybe helping us understand Hardy better, through an elaboration of his social circle), it didn't really work for me. I thought the math bit was frustrating too, it was never fully explored (maybe he didn't want to alienate readers).
ReplyDeleteI think a good historical novel would have some of the same advantages over a biography that good fiction does over non-fiction in general: that is, freeing the author to deal with deeper, more poetic truths (as opposed to literal truths). To an extent the book does achieve this.
Thought it was an interesting insight into the way the 21st century European still finds Ramanujan an excessively weird beasty.
ReplyDeleteIf you think about it, Hardy and Littlewood should seem equally strange - the conventions of Cantab dons in 1910 are scarcely things you'd expect the modern Englishman to relate to. It's obvious however, that they are far less alien to Leavitt than Rama's lifestyle.
Incidentally, I thought he underplayed the maths and the approach to math because that is the only point of coincidence between these two worlds.
The completely different styles of mathematical research is to my mind one of the most interesting things about the whole business.
But I suspect that he quailed at the thought of attempting to translate that for normal readerships. It is very difficult
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Jai, I agree. At its heart, this was possibly a short book rather than a big one - I dont really think it would have worked as a baggier, more complex creature either. I thought the most extraordinary bits about the book was the opening, and his evocation of the aracane world of pre-war Cambridge University. I was at Bloomsbury when David( who is published by them) sent in his early chapters, and I recall reading them and getting a thrill of pleasure - that wonderful opening, Cambridge in winter, the tos and fros through the quads, and then the letter postmarked with exotic Indian stamps arriving into this strange world. Reading the finished book last year, I thought it didn't quite live up to its promise, part of the problem being Ramanujan himself who is too much a cipher. Didn't you feel that? Its as if all the myths around him have made him impenetrable. I saw a play about Ramanujan last year by Simon Mcburney, its going to come to India this year I think - and it has similar problems.
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