{"id":6509,"date":"2011-10-14T11:01:34","date_gmt":"2011-10-14T15:01:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/?p=6509"},"modified":"2016-07-09T16:50:05","modified_gmt":"2016-07-09T20:50:05","slug":"michael-ondaatje-the-cats-table-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2011\/10\/14\/michael-ondaatje-the-cats-table-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Michael Ondaatje: The Cat’s Table<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"
The Cat's Table<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\r\nby Michael Ondaatje (2011)<\/span>\r\nKnopf (2011)<\/span>\r\n269 pp<\/span><\/pre>\n
I’ve never really gotten into Michael Ondaatje, partially because I’ve never really given him a chance. Several years ago I started\u00a0The English Patient<\/em>, but I gave up after about 100 pages.\u00a0Though I feel it must be the case, no one has ever\u00a0tried to convince me I’m missing out\u00a0on much. Earlier this year, however, I read and enjoyed\u00a0an excerpt from The Cat’s Table<\/em> in The New Yorker<\/em> (my thoughts on the excerpt\u00a0here<\/a>). It was unique, somehow both rambling and\u00a0direct, intense and placid. It had the best elements of a story where the narrator is enjoying\u00a0the telling for the sake of the telling, because someone is listening. I wasn’t sure I’d like a whole book that went that way, though, so I’m not sure I would have read\u00a0the novel\u00a0had it not been chosen as a finalist for the Giller Prize. But what a great experience I had reading this book! It was even more enjoyable than the excerpt led me to expect.<\/p>\n
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I’m not at all a fan of the U.S. cover of the book, which to me looks like something thrown together for an early galley. That said, the cover says one thing well: a boat features prominently in\u00a0The Cat’s Table<\/em>; perhaps the grainy black and white picture also gives a sense of the time, which is the early 1950s.\u00a0 When the book begins, we meet an eleven-year-old boy on his way to the docks in Colombo, Ceylon\u00a0(present day Sri Lanka). He’s about to get on a boat that will take him to England to be with his mother. I love the first few lines, so well do they show a bit of numbness, a bit of shock, a bit of dislocation, as the boy travels in a car with “two adults.”<\/p>\n
He wasn’t talking. He was looking from the window of the car all the way. Two adults in the front seat spoke quietly under their breath. He could have listened if he wanted to, but he didn’t.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
He will, after all, be making this journey by himself, leaving behind all he has known until then. We follow him as he gets to the dock and sees what looks like a city floating in the water. This is the Oronsay<\/em>, “the first and only ship of his life.” He finds his cabin and settles down:<\/p>\n
He did not go back up on deck for a last look, or to wave at his relatives who had brought him to the harbour.\u00a0He could hear singing and imagined the slow and then eager parting of families taking place in the thrilling night air. I do not know, even now, why he chose this solitude. Had whoever brought him onto the Oronsay<\/em> already left? In films people tear themselves away from one another weeping, and the ship separates from land while the departed hold on to those disappearing faces until all distinction is lost.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Here Ondaatje introduces the narrator, that “I” who is telling us, with no small degree of bewilderment and curiosity, about this eleven year old boy: “I try to imagine who the boy on the ship was. Perhaps a sense of self is not even there in his nervous stillness in the narrow bunk [. . .].”\u00a0 This little introductory section is small. Soon we realize that the narrator is in fact the older man that eleven-year-old boy became. The older Michael barely knows who this Michael boarding the ship is.\u00a0However, when the voyage begins, he no longer refers to the eleven-year-old boy as “him” but as “me,” and we see that, in some ways this is the beginning of his awareness, the beginning of the Michael the eleven-year-old boy became (though not without losing something too).<\/p>\n
So what we have here is a kind of reminiscence, but it’s as if the older Michael is trying to understand himself throughout, as if things that happened over fifty years ago can still surprise and intrigue\u00a0him, bring a smile to his face, cause him to wonder, as if they are still happening: Michael is still on that boat, though it was the “first and only” boat of his life.<\/p>\n
The eleven-year-old boy eventually leaves his cabin and finds his place in the dining room. He is assigned to sit at the cat’s table, so called\u00a0because it is the least privileged place, the furthest from the captain’s table. Here he meets two young boys, Cassius and Ramadhin,\u00a0who will be his constant companions over the three-week journey — and, of course, through his life, though he will completely lose touch with one of them once the journey is done.<\/p>\n
The first part of the book is, in large part, a series of short episodes that tell us about the people these three boys meet, the places on the ship they explore, the intrigue they experienced as they enjoyed nearly complete freedom. It’s not that every episode is important to the book, but each gives a sense of childhood and, given the novel’s perspective, of how these moments stick with us through our lives. The latter part of the novel continues to relate these experiences, but the focus shifts a bit to exploring just how these people and events affected Michael as he grew up.<\/p>\n
Naturally, one thing at stake in this novel is memory and the retelling of past events. The narrator understands this:<\/p>\n
The three weeks of the sea journey, as I originally remembered it, were placid. It is only now, years later, having been prompted by my children to describe the voyage, that it becomes an adventure, when seen through their eyes, even something significant in a life. A rite of passage. But the truth is, grandeur had not been added to my life but had been taken away. As night approached, I missed the chorus of insects, the howls of garden birds, gecko talk. And at dawn, the rain in the trees, the wet tar on Bullers Road, rope burning on the street that was always one of the first palpable smells of the day.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Besides acknowledging how something can be both small (it was only three weeks out of a life, and at times seems insignificant) and large (this was a “rite of passage” that has stuck with him through his whole life — it changed his life), that passage also\u00a0acknowledges\u00a0a lost past. This\u00a0sense of loss and gain\u00a0remains present throughout the book as a past life drifts so far away the narrator cannot even recognize the boy he was. He also loses touch with these people who, nevertheless, remain present in other ways.<\/p>\n
It took me about two weeks to read (and I usually can get through a 250 page book in a couple of days). The prose is clean and easy to get through, the pages are not clutted — it’s just a book that demanded I read slowly, and I’m glad I did. It’s a wonderful book, one I think you may need to read in a certain mood but which certainly pays off if you are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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