The Anthologies: City: The Anthologies
By Tahir Shah
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During a career of thirty years, Tahir Shah has published dozens of books on travel, exploration, topography, and research, as well as a large body of fiction.
Through this extraordinary series of Anthologies, selections from the corpus are arranged by theme, allowing the reader to follow certain threads that are of profound interest to Shah.
Spanning a number of distinct genres – in both fiction and non-fiction work – the collections incorporate a wealth of unpublished material. Prefaced by an original introduction, each Anthology provides a lens into a realm that has shaped Shah's own outlook as a bestselling author.
Regarded as one of the most prolific and original writers working today, Tahir Shah has a worldwide following. Published in hundreds of editions, and in more than thirty languages, his books turn the world back to front and inside out. Seeking to make sense of the hidden underbelly, he illuminates facets of life most writers hardly even realize exist.
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The Anthologies - Tahir Shah
For Paul Theroux –
Who shares my fascination for
the underbelly of life,
and my abiding love of the
sweet scent of petrichor.
The Anthologies:
Africa
Ceremony
Childhood
City
Danger
East
Expedition
Frontier
Hinterland
India
Jungle
Morocco
People
Quest
South
Taboo
By Tahir Shah:
Travel
Trail of Feathers
Travels With Myself
Beyond the Devil’s Teeth
In Search of King Solomon’s Mines
House of the Tiger King
In Arabian Nights
The Caliph’s House
Sorcerer’s Apprentice
Journey Through Namibia
Novels
Jinn Hunter: Book One – The Prism
Jinn Hunter: Book Two – The Jinnslayer
Jinn Hunter: Book Three – The Perplexity
Hannibal Fogg and the Supreme Secret of Man
Hannibal Fogg and the Codex Cartographica
Casablanca Blues
Eye Spy
Godman
Paris Syndrome
Timbuctoo
Midas
Zigzagzone
Nasrudin
Travels With Nasrudin
The Misadventures of the Mystifying Nasrudin
The Peregrinations of the Perplexing Nasrudin
The Voyages and Vicissitudes of Nasrudin
Nasrudin in the Land of Fools
Stories
The Arabian Nights Adventures
Scorpion Soup
Tales Told to a Melon
The Afghan Notebook
The Caravanserai Stories
Ghoul Brothers
Hourglass
Imaginist
Jinn’s Treasure
Jinnlore
Mellified Man
Skeleton Island
Wellspring
When the Sun Forgot to Rise
Outrunning the Reaper
The Cap of Invisibility
On Backgammon Time
The Wondrous Seed
The Paradise Tree
Mouse House
The Hoopoe’s Flight
The Old Wind
A Treasury of Tales
Daydreams of an Octopus and Other Stories
Miscellaneous
The Reason to Write
Zigzag Think
Being Myself
Research
Cultural Research
The Middle East Bedside Book
Three Essays
Anthologies
The Anthologies
The Clockmaker’s Box
The Tahir Shah Fiction Reader
The Tahir Shah Travel Reader
Edited by
Congress With a Crocodile
A Son of a Son, Volume I
A Son of a Son, Volume II
Screenplays
Casablanca Blues: The Screenplay
Timbuctoo: The Screenplay
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First published by Secretum Mundi Publishing Ltd, 2019
THE ANTHOLOGIES: CITY
© TAHIR SHAH
Tahir Shah asserts the right to be identified as the Author of the Work in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
Visit the author’s website at: www.tahirshah.com
ISBN: 978-1-914960-34-5
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Contents
Introduction
City of Dreams
A Ghost for Sale
Penshaw, Willis, Smink & Co
Seven-hilled Metropolis
The Winter Corner
City of Three Creeds
Kathmandu of South America
Old Cape Town
The Guerrilla Girls
The Supreme Secret of Man
First Taste of India
The Jungle is Waiting
Green City in the Sun
At the Chicken Palace
Pearl of Ethiopia
Paris All at Once
In the Snake Pit
Amazonian Metropolis
Rose-Red City Half as Old as Time
In El Dorado
A Labyrinth in Fès
The Islamic Legacy of Timbuktu
Damascus
The New Flower
At the Royal Court of Timbuctoo
Introduction
BY NATURE I
am drawn to extremes.
I like searing heat and freezing cold, towering mountains and pancake-flat plateaux, epic stories, and tales no more than a few lines long. I like journeys that take months to complete, and fast, spontaneous trips which shake you from your comfort zone. I love the countryside – rolling landscapes where there’s nothing but nature – and I love cities, too.
My notion of a city is rarely one that’s prim and proper – the kind you encounter in the refined capitals of Europe. Rather, my idea of a city is a sprawling, seething cornucopia of people, invention, noise, filth, riot and uproar. The kind of place that shakes you to the marrow of your bones, sucking you in, stirring you around hard as you steep in it like sheets of leather in a vat of dye, before spewing you out at a time of its own choosing.
I love cities because I hate them.
In the same way that I have a grotesque and macabre fascination for medical curiosities, I find myself gripped by city life. For me, the allure of a metropolis is all about the layers.
However hard I try I can’t ignore detail.
Walk down a street and my mind bombards me with every smell, sound, and sight. It pleads with me to reach out and touch the wall I’m brushing against, or to taste the heaps of fruit for sale on makeshift carts. As I notice it all, I see it together and set apart. I see the old and the new, the soft and the hard, the light, the dark, the wild and the restrained.
The more I suck it in, the more my mind races at the ingenuity and the interaction, and the more of it I want to experience.
Drawn as I am to wonder, it’s no surprise that the conurbations of the Indian subcontinent and the Far East offer me special delight. Walk down the pavement in Kolkata, for example, and you are introduced to an all-encompassing hurly-burly of life, wit, wisdom, and problem solving.
A few years ago, while doing just that, I came to a ramshackle street-side stall serving tea in tiny earthenware cups. Under an awning stretched out between three upright poles, I noticed a foreigner who looked decidedly out of place. Wide-eyed and appreciative, he seemed to be savouring every moment.
‘Bill from Tuscaloosa,’ he said, even before I had sat down on one of the broken old stools.
‘Tahir from all kinds of places,’ I replied.
We shook hands, my mind noting that Bill’s grip was muscular and tight.
‘Just arrived,’ Bill said.
‘Looks like you found your feet pretty fast.’
‘Certainly have.’
‘What brought you to India?’
Bill sneezed hard, and asked for another cup of tea.
‘Needed a dose of frenzy,’ he replied.
‘Frenzy? And did you find it?’
‘Yup.’
‘What kind of frenzy?’
‘The kind you can’t get on the Travel Channel,’ Bill answered fast.
‘As in?’
‘As in IMAX 3D taste- and smell-o-vision.’
‘With full Surround Sound?’
‘That’s it!’ Bill roared. ‘You know it!’
‘Yes I do.’
‘And why Kolkata?’
‘Because it’s fully loaded, that’s why.’
‘Not quite with you.’
Bill appeared disappointed, as though I wasn’t keeping up.
‘Kolkata looks like a city,’ he explained. ‘It smells like a city, too, and behaves like a city in every way... but it isn’t actually a city at all.’
‘Really?’
‘Yup.’
‘Then what is Kolkata if it isn’t a city?’
Bill clicked his neck, left right left, and sighed.
‘It’s an onion,’ he said.
‘How’s that?’
‘Because of the layers.’
‘Onion layers?’
Bill from Tuscaloosa gave me a double thumbs up.
‘Now you’re getting it!’ he yelled.
Tahir Shah
City of Dreams
WHILE HUNTING FOR
Feroze, I had pitched up at a guest house near the main Park Street area in central Calcutta.
Dingy as an oubliette, the hotel was packed with a tour group of Glaswegians. Downing bottle after bottle of local beer in the reception, they disclosed that they had come to Calcutta on a pilgrimage in honour of their hero – the legendary Bengali film-maker Satyajit Ray.
Only one of the group stayed away from the drink.
Unlike his companions, he was extremely reserved. As the others lurched about clinking bottles together rambunctiously, he perched primly on a high stool, like a cockatoo. His face was long and very pale, with bristly greying sideburns and a sharp nose; his eyes were magnified by clumsy, black-framed spectacles. When I asked him if he was an admirer of Bengali films, he affirmed in a Yorkshire voice that he was. Leaning his torso towards me, he said his name was Horace, and that Calcutta was his passion.
A retired schoolmaster, Horace funded his annual trips to West Bengal by conducting cut-price tours for people with an interest in Bengali cinema. Surprisingly, there appeared to be no shortage of customers. He had spent years studying Calcutta’s history – but Horace’s preoccupation was with the present, not the past. In his twenty visits to the city, the former prep-school master had gained a rare understanding of Calcutta – one that eludes most foreigners.
‘Calcutta’s indescribable!’ he called, clearing his throat. ‘Not because it’s reprehensible – it certainly isn’t. But because it’s an astounding mixture of every element of humanity. Westerners dwell on the sordid aspects, blinkering themselves to the city’s secrets. Focus only on the beggars, the diseased, and the collapsing buildings, and you miss the sheer ingenuity.’
‘Ingenuity?’
‘It takes an Eastern mind to decipher Calcutta,’ said Horace, peering over the black frames which had slipped down his nose. ‘Ask a room full of Bengalis to look beyond the city’s day-to-day routine and, without hesitation, they grasp its reality.’
‘What about foreigners?’ I asked.
‘Calcutta has a strange effect on them,’ said the schoolmaster, glancing nervously round at the group of rowdy Scotsmen. ‘It tends to destabilize them.’
‘What does?’
‘Everything... but most of all the buildings. The sight of the once-majestic architecture, which now lies derelict, is too much for them. Haven’t you seen tourists tearing their hair out in the streets?’
I shook my head. But Horace wasn’t interested in feedback. He was only halfway through his lecture.
‘Calcutta has moved on,’ he mused. ‘The facades may be crumbling, the streets may be a mass of pot-holes, and the traffic a frenzy of heaving buses and suicidal driving. And, granted, it may be dark as night at three in the afternoon – but this is Calcutta, the genuine article
.’
I gazed across to the guest house’s front door and wondered how I could escape through it. The teacher clapped his hands to regain my attention.
‘We British doted on a city which didn’t really exist,’ he said. ‘We put up monuments to our heroes, whitewashed everything in sight, enjoyed our liveried servants and our airy bungalows on the banks of the Hoogly. We got everyone speaking English, and saluting our kings and queens: all in desperation to create a Kensington in West Bengal. But as soon as we steamed away, after Independence, Calcutta – the real city – began to burgeon forth.’
Horace drew a deep breath. I sensed he was reaching the crux of his lecture.
‘Fifty years on,’ he said studiously, ‘and the true character is still percolating forth. Every day Calcutta becomes a little more rounded, more lived in and loved. Spend time here, and what at first seemed like utter chaos reveals itself as quite methodical. Calcutta has a way of arranging systems. As they develop, they provide security for those who need it. Open the mind to the wider picture. Scan about for a minute or two, and these systems become visible... they’re everywhere.’
As I sauntered past Flury’s, a cafe which was the height of fashion in about 1922, I mulled over the schoolmaster’s remarks. How could he see systems in what was, for me, a random jumble of people? I hoped that one day I, too, would learn to decipher the city’s secrets. Although I tried to make sense of Park Street, all I saw was the endless blend of cars and beggars.
I did notice a respectable man fraternizing with the