“When I was 11 months old, on a train journey with my parents from Patna to Deolali, my temperature hit 104 degrees. At the end of the journey, doctors announced that the fever was just a symptom; I had polio. “But I must congratulate you,” the doctor told my mother. “Your child has survived,” writes Sonora Jha, 45, the author of Foreign, her debut novel published by Random House India. The novel was recently shortlisted for 2013 Shakti Bhatt First Book Prize.
“I walked with a limp all my childhood, my right leg shorter, thinner and weaker than my left. I needed corrective padding on my right shoe and spent hours on physiotherapy,” Jha writes in Tehelka. “No other child in my convent school had polio — in the ’70s, people like us, sons and daughters of middle-class, urban officers of the Indian Army, had better access to medical care. I was an aberration, a curiosity.”
“Years later, after a 10-year career in journalism, in which I sought stories of other lesser people to write about, I was driving one day in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, where I was working on my PhD,” Jha continues. “My son was with me in the backseat when a driver hit my car and it went hurtling into a tree. My child was safe, but my left leg, which had carried me all my life, took the impact. My ankle was mangled in the brakes and lost forever. Surgeons reconstructed things in there with plates and rods and eventually a fake ankle, an implant.”
Confined to a wheelchair for a few months, she gained weight. Now, she had to exercise. The muscles in her polio leg were atrophying with the immobility of her body, she writes.
“I struggled into a swimsuit,” she says. “I looked in the mirror. The surgical scars, the extra pounds, the atrophied muscles, unwrapped, on display, pulled themselves together to present a picture of a remarkably striking woman. I was shocked. I stood there, waiting for the feeling to pass, the feeling that I was, in fact, beautiful. But it didn’t. And I am not talking about inner beauty. I am talking about a dead honest, sharp, straight-on sense of physical beauty.”
“That feeling hasn’t gone away,” she writes. “I am in chronic, often debilitating pain, but I enjoy putting together my clothes as a statement of an inexpensive-yet-stylish personal aesthetic.”
Jha, a professor of Journalism and the Chair of the Department of Communication at Seattle University, was born in India. She had a successful career as a journalist in Mumbai and Bangalore before moving to Singapore and then the United States to earn a Ph.D. in Political Communication.
According to Jha, her critically acclaimed first novel, Foreign, has sprung from her work as a journalist, an academic, and a creative writer.
Zafar Anjum, editor of Kitaab, sent some questions to her in Seattle and these are her replies:
From journalism to academics to novel writing. How did the transition happen for you? Did you always want to be a writer?
Yes, I always wanted to be a writer. I was always drawn to stories, to words, to the lyrics of songs, to the ways in which people expressed their understanding of their lives. That’s what drew me to journalism, where I got to ask people their stories, that’s what drew me to academics, where I got to apply statistics to stories, and that’s what drew me to writing a novel, where I got to tell a real story in a format new to me. Storytelling is a rigorous yet liberating thing in all forms. Yes, I always wanted to be a writer.
You have spent some time in Singapore before moving on to the United States. Being based in Singapore, we are curious to know about your time in Singapore. What were you doing here? Were you able to write anything during your stay in the city state?
I came to follow my then husband’s career, and for the three years I lived in Singapore, I wrote feature stories as Contributing Editor for East, a pan-Asian newsmagazine that existed at the time. I also wrote for other Singaporean magazines and travel magazines. I worked on the craft of writing and read a lot during those years.
Both. I had done rural journalism in India before, and some of those stories of struggle and triumph in rural poverty had stayed with me. As an academic researcher who studies how journalists cover social movements, I was intrigued by the story of the farmers’ suicides. So, I went to Vidarbha to find out all I could. After that, I couldn’t get the story out of my mind.
How long did it take you to write the novel? Did you do any specific research for it?
It took me almost 5 years, but that includes the time I spent in research, the time I couldn’t write for months because of my full-time job, the time I revised draft after draft, and the time it took me to find a good home for the book. Yes, I did specific research. It started as academic research. I knew I had to be rigorous and get all my facts and analysis right, because this is a real story with real lives. Even though the storytelling was fictionalized, the actual story of human lives and deaths couldn’t be trifled with.
It is a pity that publishers these days show reluctance in publishing novels with serious themes (they want to publish books with a mass market appeal, or at least that’s the general impression among writers). Foreign being your first novel, was it difficult to get it published?
Yes, it was difficult. But it takes just one good editor at a publishing house to believe in your work. I found that person in Meru Gokhale at Random House. I do believe that writers ought to write the stories that keep them awake at night. And then, don’t forget to daydream! Both things help bring the right book to the right reader’s hands.
What is the hardest part of being a writer?
The dread of mediocrity.
Who are the authors who have inspired you over the years?
Enid Blyton when I was a child. Rohinton Mistry, Zadie Smith, J. M. Coetzee.
Your favourite line from a literary work or a piece of advice from a writer?
“Time is how you spend your love,” a line by Zadie Smith in ‘On Beauty.’
What is your advice to writers struggling to get a break?
Each and every writer has had to struggle with something. Imagine yourself as one of them. Write yourself a story about your struggle as if you are now a star and your struggle is in the past. Then, keep writing, keep dreaming, keep putting your work out there.
What do you plan to write next?
Apart from my academic scholarship, I am writing some political and personal essays that I plan to grow into either a memoir or another novel. I love this stage – writing, and letting the writing grow itself into its best form.