It was one of those lunch-time conversations that brought up the name of Saramago, and the memory lay hidden till the book called out to me as I browsed the shelves of the library that’s my haunt once every month. The back cover had a remarkable description – “José Saramago has deftly created the politician’s ultimate nightmare: disillusionment” – and the author’s history piqued me: a Nobel Prize winner who became a full-time writer in 1979 although he was born in 1922!
And so the pick found place in my reading list. And exited the queue quite fast too, because towards the middle, the slow-paced writing gets quite gripping.
It was only after finishing the book and reading up about it online that I realized that Seeing was the sequel to Blindness. But that doesn’t take away from the reading experience. And what’s the experience itself all about? The story of Seeing is set in an unnamed country, perhaps Portugal, where elections are being held at the time the narration begins. The results for the capital city reveal something extraordinary – a large majority of votes do not have the name of any party, they are blank. A repeat election makes things worse, as the share of blank votes is higher this time. The ruling government – a legitimately elected one – considers the blank votes an assault on democracy.
Indeed, the government sees what it wants – rebellion and disrespect for democracy – and uses various means to subvert the perceived subversion. In that sense, Seeing reminded me of some of George Orwell’s works where the Big Brother state controls people’s lives.
Very soon, the government puts the capital city under a state of siege, and withdraws all administration and police from within the city perimeters. The people are not too displeased and the situation remains completely peaceful. The government then resorts to finding a scapegoat for the problem, for they consider the situation to be a problem. They choose as the culprit a woman who did not go blind when four years ago the entire population of the city was afflicted by inexplicable blindness and stumbled around helplessly. What then follows is an attempt to lay the blame on her, and the story proceeds from the perspective of the police superintendent who is assigned the job.
Through the book, Saramago’s intricate sensitivity to human nature comes across clearly. Consider this paragraph, for instance:
The superintendent slowly reached out his hand and touched the dog’s head. He felt like crying and letting the tears course down his face… The doctor’s wife put her book away in her bag and said, “Let’s go… You’ll have lunch with us, won’t you?”
“Are you sure?… You’re not afraid I might be tricking you?”
“Not with those tears in your eyes, no.”
Saramago is also adept at conveying the barter that happens in each dialogue between people. He also makes keen observations such as the idea that memories are selectively created, in the sense that there is a first filter of “hearing” by the senses and then a second filter of “hearing” by the mind or memory.
The narrative is free-flowing, with only a paragraph or two per page, and Saramago has a way of expressing dialogue using only commas as the punctuation. (In the passage cited above, I took the liberty of adding quotation marks and paragraph breaks.) This might put off casual readers, but for those who are ready to go with the flow, so to speak, it is fascinating to see, and not without real reason, if I may say so, how the author leads the reader on and on into the diabolical, not to say sensitive and witty, world of government insecurity, political intrigue, and just as important, institutional hierarchy, all juxtaposed, in a style not very common, into the lives of ordinary people, who are, like their counterparts across the world, simply trying to lead their lives.
If you liked the last sentence, Seeing is probably for you. And while you are at it, it might be better to go for Blindness first.