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A Book, a Bookstore, a City and the Aftermath
During the long lockdown in early 2020, I took stock of my shelvedunread books. A mint-green hardback covered book-spine caught my eye; A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Almost always, I know the provenance of my books. Who? Where? When? Whom? Was it bought or gifted? Full-price or bargain-buy? On this book I drew a blank. In 2019, my sister had handed it over saying it belonged to me. It must have emerged from some carton of books that had travelled the globe with the family; got lost, then found by me during the 2020 pandemic.
On 29th May 2020, I opened the book and read the following inscription:
To Raana Ahmad
Pappa
Paris 17.5.’57
A clear blue and white sticker states:
W.H. Smith & Son
English & French Books
248 Rue de Rivoli PARIS
I do not recall ever having read this book. Sixty-three years after being gifted this book by my father on my birthday on 17th May, I started reading Little Princess in May 2020. In hand was not a treasure found in the attic but its equivalent. Enhanced by the patina of age, I was reuniting with a precious item of immense personal value and considerable historical context.
W.H. Smith & Son, “the largest English bookshop in Paris” in the“City of Light” opened its doors on the elegant Rue de Rivoli in 1903. It was a regular source of children’s books for us living in Paris in the mid-1950s. Birthdays and good report card results merited books as gifts in those days. Purchases were sugared by a climb to the upstairs English Tearoom which offered a full traditional tea service: egg and cucumber finger sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and marmalade; also fruit and chocolate cakes. Those childhood taste-bud memories remain fixed in one’s mind and tongue. Over following decades, WH Smith (“Son” dropped out) continued being a lure for a “peeping person” to browse books and more often than not a visit upstairs.
Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast is my current re-read for its heartfelt passages of devotion to Paris; including the unforgettable lines Hadley, Hemingway’s wife marks: “There are so many sorts of hunger...Memory is hunger.”My copy was bought on 12.09.97 notes the WHSmith sticker.I was once again living in Paris in the late 1990s. Mentioning to the salesperson my childhood association with this historical store brimming with beckoning books, I was presented with a “Carte de Fidelite” granting me 5% discount on purchases. My cup of wistful nostalgia was complete. I was told that many global customers return with such stories, now accompanied by their children and grandchildren. I had my daughter in tow.Only I was told that the English Tearoom had shut down sometime in the 1980s. Disappointment set in. The tea treat was part of the past and much anticipated present; a rediscovery through random stimulations in the present. To my utter delight, while researching this write-up, I took note that in 2016 the British Tearoom on the first floor had reopened, sponsored by Twinings of London. My “bucket list” in post-pandemic travel includes literary retail therapy downstairs and then culinary indulgence upstairs; while taking in the food with a view over the Tuileries gardens, the front facing landscape of the Louvre Museum.
Following reading A Little Princess and its personal Parisian association, I read My Life in France (1961) by Julia Child, the autobiography by the American celebrity chef whose books and television presentations on French cuisine became trademarks of her culinary expertise. I had bought this book few years back at W.H. Smith on Rue de Rivoli. With considerable amusement, I read of Julia’s exasperation: “I’ve had it! I’m going to learn to speak this language, come hell or high water!...I signed up for a class at Berlitz...Paul, (husband and fluent in French) made up sentences to help my pronunciation: for the rolling French “r” s and extended “u” s, he had me repeat the phrase “Le serrurier sur la Rue de Rivoli” (‘”he locksmith on the Rue de Rivoli”) over and over.” Julia Child evolved into the consummate Francophile. An American cinema adaptation Julia and Jule was made in 2009 with Meryl Streep cast as the ebullient and efficient Julia Child.
Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849-1924) was a British-born novelist and playwright who moved to United States as a teenager. She gained lasting success writing for children: Little Lord Fauntleroy (1885), A Little Princess (1905) and Secret Garden (1911). Although she had never been to India, the last two novels have Indian links and characters in the narrative. Once I Googled the author, I was taken aback to learn that A Little Princess was first adapted to screen as a silent film in 1917. The Hollywood child sweetheart Shirley Temple played Sarah Crewe in the 1939 “talkie” cinematic version of A Little Princess . In the 1970s, it was screened by the BBC as a mini-series; as well as a British-American production in the 1980s. The 1990s saw an American adaptation, a Filipino productionas well as a Russian book-to-screen adaptation of this ever-green children’s book. A Little Princess endured sufficient appeal for a Japanese drama television series in 2009. To my utter amazement, it is available on YouTube from 5th March 2020. Her literary classics have been on offer for over a century - from silent film screening to YouTube.
Sara Crewe“Little Missus,” a seven-year old English girl accompanied by her doting father arrives in London at “Miss Minchin, Select Seminary for Young Ladies.”“Big Missus” had died in British India at Sara’s birth.The duo had sailed from Bombay to this place.Since“the climate of India was very bad for children, and as soon as possible they were sent away from it - generally to England and to school...She was to have a pretty bedroom and sitting room of her own; she was to have a pony and a carriage, and a maid to take the place of the ayah who had been her nurse in India.” Miss Minchin sensing financial credentials in the Crewes’ dress and demeanour; upfront pampers but underneath resents Sara. “Sara had always been an annoying puzzle to her, because severity never made her cry or look frightened. making no complaint or outward sign of rebellion.”An introspective child, she becomes “Mama” to lonely motherless four year old Lottie. Sara befriends Ermengarde St. John, “... she took fancy to fat, slow, little Miss St. John.” Sara’s otherfriend Becky is the over-worked scullery maid, a fourteen-year old girl “but so stunted in growth.” Sara’s closest friend and confidante is her doll Emily. Mature and resilient beyond her tender years, Sara seeks to maintain composure to combat lonely turmoil, rigid regulations and hostile surroundings.Escapism is her inner narrative in adversity; retreating to a make-believe world; leaving this world to live in another sphere where in her father’s eyes she remains “A Little Princess.”
The turning point in Sara’s life comes when her father goes bankrupt in a diamond mine scam in India and dies of “jungle fever.” She is now eleven years old. Her new status is revealed to her by Miss Minchin: “I tell you that you are quite alone in the world...unless I choose to keep you here out of charity.” A bare, cold attic becomes Sara’s room. No longer a student, she is now a servant. When Sara becomes “One of the Populace” as the chapter is titled; despite her physical and emotional upheaval, a survival mentality prods her: “Her way of doing it was to “pretend” and “suppose” with all the strength that was left in her... And once or twice she thought it almost made her more cold and hungry instead of less so.”
An attic window opening introduces her to her neighbour, an Indian turbaned “lascar” Ram Das who lives in the attic room “The Other Side of the Wall.” He is appalled at the child’s misery.“The Magic” is instigated by Das and his English Saheb. Warm bedding, food, firewood and flowers appear in her room. Lo and behold, the narrative takes an even happier turn when Ram’s employer is none other than her father’s dear English friend from India who had also invested in the diamond mine. Only, there was no bankruptcy and Mr. Carrisford had been on the search for Sara who is the inheritor of a large fortune. Her imaginary role of “A Little Princess” becomes reality. “Once upon a time” could easily have been prefixed at the start of the story. And true to any fairy tale; Sara lives“happily ever after” as “A Little Princess.” Any eight-year old would have been happy with its reading.
A unique literary experience has been measured some six decades later. The association between the book and its reader is enduring and textured; meaningfully layered with insight into human qualities, foibles and frailties. In these insecure times, do we not fall into moments of angst and despair? In the most unpromising of situations, there still lies the unexpectedness of the power of kindness, the offering of warmth and wisdom. In times of turmoil, internal and external; does not reading of choice offer a causeway to reflection, a hopeful window of escape? Here is a short read but replete with reflective thoughts and lasting takeaways. In the words of Zadie Smith, “Happiness is not an absolute value. It is a state of comparison.”
Was A Little Princess a popular children’s book recommended by the sales staff at W.H. Smith & Son? Was the Indian element influential in its selection? Did my father see it on display in the shop window? A biibliophile, had he read an article about the book and thought it would be an appropriate gift? Or did the book title simply appeal to him? I will never know. Pappa passed away in 1986.
Raana Haider is the author of Parisian Portraits , The University Press Limited, Dhaka, 2000.Tara-India Research Press, New Delhi published a re-titled Paris, A Homage in 2007.