An ageing fifty eight year old writer, struggling with time, space and inspiration to write a great piece of art is Bradley Pearson and he makes himself to be the Black Prince in his own story. But his ranting and raving about the writing of his book tires the reader as Bradley incessantly procrastinates until the end of the story till you discover that this is the very story that you’re reading. You believe the poor old fellow though – I did; you sympathize with him, you pity him, often you do relate to his actions and at times you applaud him for his clarity of thoughts, his austerity and his relentlessness; he seems genuine.
Like most Murdoch stories, there’s philosophy and deeper psychology at play here, there’s the attempt to understand, characterize and explain love and life beyond their one sentence definitions. And Murdoch then, almost instantly and urgently, mocks her own characters for this futile attempt as they falter and deceive their own thoughts and morals, inadvertently falling prey to the cunningness of desire, anxiety, pity and many such emotions that seem to be within their control but often jump and cross the boundaries of the thing we call love.
At times, you tend to become more excited about Bradley’s adventure than he is; he most definitely is even though he tries to suppress it as a reality of the norm. You urge him to take the next step; you try to prevent him from his foolhardy actions. ‘Don’t do it, don’t do it Bradley!’ – you shout and warn from own experience, an experience where you yourself had been reckless once. And as he restlessly listens yet ignores you, you live it again – your experience, and it almost seems like the rebuilding of a scene – yours – Murdoch’s descriptions are so accurate, the feelings are relatable to the verge of being felt yet again.
For the characters she creates and the infidelities she imposes on them, you’d think Murdoch was a wicked one. It seems her written materials are a study, an attempt by her to extrapolate or argue about her understanding of psychology, or to raise questions she never got answers for or probably the answers were too many and most of them though grounded and logical, could be easily discarded or overridden, even by the most casual of characteristics – impetuousness when it came to love lust and longing.
As you get engrossed and live the tale, at times you hate yourself for being able to relate with their restlessness; it reminds you of instances and incidents in the past when you were either Bradley or Julian or Rachel or the others; how ridiculous it seems now but how uncontrollable an urge it was then, how degraded it feels now; how right it felt then. You inadvertently feel the weakness you felt then, when you allowed yourself and a few others to demean you, imploring at the altars of the feeling of love. You can’t seem to shake off the indelible scars they have made; the pain reminds it. Murdoch explains perfectly through Bradley’s restlessness and delirium the madness that is truly associated with love, the preposterousness in its actions driving one insane – it probably takes the humanity off a human. And if Bradley is to be believed, if his story is to be believed, then every character is a sufferer of love. One is made to wonder if he was insane before he fell shamelessly in love with Julian, a girl much less than half his age or did the act of falling make him that?
Everything can be justified – you’ll surely want it to be true if you’re in the wrong books, particularly socially. Acts of infidelity, incest, petty theft, jealousy feel so wrong when committed by others but for the infallible you, there is always a strong reason for having done it. And you fail to understand why others fail to understand. Bradley feels so angry and disgusted with his brother-in-law’s liaison with a younger girl but seems to be empathetic when he is in a similar position. He then understands and believes it all.
Do Murdoch’s books reveal anything about her? Why is infidelity, incest, rebellion of the ages the common theme in most of her books, whether it be the eccentric protagonist in ‘The sea, she sea’, or the appalling incestuous relations of a failure of a priest in ‘The time of the angels’, or the wickedness of power and influence in ‘A fairly honourable defeat’? For sure, she’s been a rebel and a non-believer in the ordinary aspects of this hated thing called love – and I love her for that. All her stories have at least one intellectual or a philosopher, whether it is a priest, a writer or just a thinker. I’m sure she must have known or come across a lot of intellectuals in her life and laughed boisterously at the comfort and surety they must have built around them with their stupid intellectuality and wisdom on life and its intricacies – all talk, when there hasn’t existed ever any rulebook of life.
Having said all of that, what I find unreal in Murdoch’s stories and this one is no exception, is the incredible mental strength and civility the characters portray while countering each other even in the worst of muddles. Even when encountering the most treacherous or heinous of acts, they sit, have a drink, and talk, like ladies and gentlemen; they don’t jump across to wring and break each other’s neck; they talk, they argue, they reason it out! Murdoch clearly believes in the ends of the spectrum – at one end she creates characters that can be really wicked, at the other end these characters are so saintly in a discussion. Is it a cultural thing I wonder, especially when the tabloids are filled with news of grotesque murders and attempts in case of infidelities. It is unbelievable – this endurance and maturity; do such people really exist? Should they? I fail to appreciate them.
‘The Black Prince’ is a story full of restlessness and deception; a deception that transcends the common types. Coincidences, accidents, feelings, madness make it a tragedy of errors. And when you think you that you have sympathized enough with Bradley, the incredible end claims you. You flinch in disgust at what has happened to him. And as if that wasn’t enough, Murdoch trumps you with the final post scripts written by four important characters of the story and one by the editor. And you wonder if you have understood the characters at all, there is a strong urge to read it all over again; everything is left to interpretation. Brilliant!
My rating: 5 out of 5
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