A House for Mr. Biswas by Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul
By Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul
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The only thing I can advise is to keep him away from trees and water. ’ He tapped the wobbly almanac with his left hand. ’ ‘Natural form,’ the pundit repeated, but uncertainly. ‘I mean,’ he said quickly, and with some annoyance, ‘keep him away from rivers and ponds. And of course the sea. And another thing,’ He added with satisfaction. ’ He began to pack the long leaves of his almanac. ’ ‘That will be easy,’ Bissoondaye said, speaking with emotion for the first time. ‘On the twenty-first day the father must see the boy.
Mr Biswas responded well to these exercises, and Bissoondaye became so confident that she decided to have a celebration on the ninth day. She invited people from the village and fed them. The pundit came and was unexpectedly gracious, though his manner suggested that but for his intervention there would have been no celebration at all. Jhagru, the barber, brought his drum, and Selochan did the Shiva dance in the cowpen, his body smeared all over with ash. There was an unpleasant moment when Raghu, Mr Biswas’s father, appeared.
A man was working a fork into the ground among the bottle-borders. ’ Bipti called. Dhari didn’t look up or reply. He went on forking, rocking the implement in the earth, tearing the roots that kept the earth firm. ’ He began to sing a wedding song. ’ Pratap said. ’ ‘O God! No, no,’ Bipti said. ‘I’ll go out and beat him like a snake,’ Pratap said, his voice rising out of control. ‘Prasad? ’ ‘Close the window,’ Bipti said. The singing stopped and Dhari said, ‘Yes, close the window and go to sleep.