Book Review
The Struggle: Of home and homestead in pre-partition Bengal
Daily Sun Report
Published: 06 May 2026, 05:57 PM
Well known for his celebrated Bengali novel Prodoshe Prakritojon, a thought-provoking tale of the poor and marginalised, Showkat Ali mirrors the continuing saga of the subcontinent’s land and gender politics in The Struggle, his pre-partition story published in the late 1980s.
The three protagonists of The Struggle stand
out for their aspirations, which clash with the prejudices sustained by a
society and deep rooted in the power of land, money and patriarchy.
Phulmoti, one of them, is a young widow who
faces the loss of her home, homesteads and a paltry farm if she doesn’t accept
the diktats of opportunistic men, greedy landlords and an indifferent religious
order. Abedali, Phulmoti’s young, illiterate son, represents a new generation
that wants to ward off the ills of society and the weight of poverty. Also
caught in the social quagmire is Qutubali, a young, illiterate man who extends
a helping hand to Phulmoti and Qutubali in their struggle for survival.
A Widow’s Battle
Rural Bengal is the setting of The Struggle,
whose heart-rending beginning exposes the fragility of a skewed social order
and portends change in the political landscape. Ahedali, a marginal farmer, and
his son Abedali are taking turns to torment a sick bullock that refuses to move
forward. A village veterinarian, who attends to the bullock, confirms the
animal has been poisoned. A bowl of tree barks and herbs is administered to the
sick animal, the only one left to plough Ahedali’s small farm.
The bullock miraculously survives, but its
master sadly succumbs to an illness he contracts not much later.
Ahedali’s untimely death sets off a series of
events in the remaining family. His widow Phulmoti and her son Abedali are now
left with their small land that becomes a bigger problem. To her horror, the
young widow realises that her land and life are intricately linked to something
that was now missing—a man, her husband. Trouble soon comes calling at her home
and homestead, inhabited by the bullock, three goats and a few chickens.
Phulmoti’s tiny piece of farm is cultivated by her neighbour Subratu under a prevailing
sharecropping arrangement in which a part of the crop is returned to the land
owner.
That arrangement now stands broken as
Subratu, a married man, eyes the land and its owner who he wants to marry in
order to appropriate the land. “When a woman goes to her husband’s house, does
anything remains hers?” asks Subratu, while making his case for marrying
Phulmoti, who also faces threats from many other men in the village, including
a landlord’s son, each of whom have their eyes on the young widow. “These
landlord folks are terrible,” Phulmoti tells her son, “They can kill someone
with a smile on their faces.” Left to fend for themselves, Phulmoti and her son
are clutching at straws to survive.
Sometimes she would find herself doing such
‘silly’ things as looking at the clouds while drying her hair in the sun,
counting how long the sunlight would last to determine how soon the rain would
fall. The arrival of a young man, Qutubali, into their lives makes their
struggle even harder.
Noise of Moral Policing
Before Qutubali moved into Phulmoti’s house,
she has to encounter the village munshi’s constant refrain, “How could a young
woman roam around by herself?” After his arrival, Subratu’s wife complains,
“Why has she kept the young man (Qutubali) in her house?” As the three
characters try to repair their home and lives, the noise around them grows
louder. Abedali is admitted to school and Qutubali ploughs the field as
Phulmoti tries to bring the home together.
It won’t be easy as there will be newer struggles to overcome. Ali’s novel straddles a tortuous geography and politics that is strewn with dreams and contradictions. The author uses a powerful narrative to portray the problems of a country in the middle of change. The translation by award-winning Indian translator V Ramaswamy and Bangladeshi writer and translator Mohiuddin Jahangir illuminates the struggle of the poor and the marginalised with a rare ease and poise.
Source: Financial Express (India)