Two members of the group said that they enjoyed it more when he read it the first time in their twenties. Another found it intensely boring – ‘When will it ever end?’ Two more didn’t finish it.
How much of this book covers similar ground to Isherwood’s book ‘My Guru And His Disciple’?
There was some discussion about terms like ‘Mahanta’, maharaja and shraddha but two members of the group who had first hand experience assured us that they were authentic and not limited to some cults.
Indeed, in an interview with the Paris review, Isherood claims that “two monks from the Vedanta monastery here were coming out to India to take their final vows, sannyas, and I was in close contact with their feelings and the whole predicament of being about to take sannyas. For a long time I’d wanted to write a confrontation story where the representative of something meets the representative of something else, and quite suddenly it came to me that this was the way to do it. I talked a great deal with the monks afterward while I was writing it and checked up immensely on the details.” http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/3971/the-art-of-fiction-no-49-christopher-isherwood
There are autobiographical bits: “Not long after I met Swami Prabhavananda, the war began, and I went to work with the Quakers at a hostel for refugees in Philadelphia, and after 1940 and Pearl Harbor I volunteered to join a Quaker ambulance corps going to China.”
As the letters unfold, there is interesting unravelling though a lot are full of deception and manipulation. Ollie’s are passive-aggressive. There is a noble tradition of epistolary novels but these letters don’t feel ‘real.’
Patrick’s letters pollute everything. Lots of people live entire lives with double standards, however.
Both brothers are on a journey. But, one pondered, might they have ended up in bed together?
Tom, when I refer above to your future lover, I seem to take it for granted that the lover will be a he. That’s an impression I want to correct. Look—are you absolutely sure you can’t have a relationship with a girl? I know you told me you’d tried it two or three times, but that was back in high-school, wasn’t it, and they may merely have been the wrong ones for you. I think you do at least know me well enough to know that I’d never dream of suggesting you should go against your nature. But when someone is—as you must admit you are such a militant standard-bearer in the ranks of the man-lovers, isn’t it just possible that his sexual inclinations may be partly prejudice? Steady now, don’t start denying this right away! First ask yourself frankly, am I against heterosexual love simply because it’s respectable and legal and approved of by the churches and the newspapers and all those other vested interests I hate?
Sometimes I’ve worried about you, Tommy, fearing that you’ll waste much of your wonderful vitality in defying organized Society—such a hopeless fruitless occupation! Society itself couldn’t care less, and that kind of defiance only hardens and embitters the defier in the long run and makes him old before his time. We can’t have that happening to you, can we? If you honestly don’t like girls, you don’t. All I’m urging is that you should give them a few more tries. They do have their advantages, you know, the chief of which is that they can provide you with children. You of all people, with so much love to give, ought not to miss the marvellous experience of being a father. I can promise you that becoming a husband is a very small price to pay for it!
Being married does make a lot of things easier, because the world accepts marriage at its face value, without asking what goes on behind the scenes—whereas it’s always a bit suspicious of bachelors! The unmarried are apt to regard marriage as a prison—actually it gives you much greater freedom. And you’d be amazed how many of the married men I know personally swing both ways. Some of them will even admit that they feel more at ease making love with other married men, rather than with out-and-out homosexuals, whom they’re inclined to look on as somewhat wilful freaks.
May I also call to your attention that one of your bestseller American psychologists—I forget his name, but I once came across a paperback of his at your place, it must have enraged you if you ever read it—maintains that man is bisexual by nature and that the homosexual who rigidly rejects women under all circumstances is being just as unnatural and square as the heterosexual who rejects men!
Enough said! Now, Tommy dear, do try to keep an open mind toward whatever the future may bring you and don’t dismiss it out of hand if it happens to be wearing a skirt!
Do we really care what they think of us? No, of course we don’t.