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At Myanmar, George Orwell's footsteps back
When I walk through Yangon, the former Myanmar capitol, I always think of George Orwell? Yangon's old English building looks like Gothic remains that have lost their way in a rainforest that is no match for its size. Times have shifted, however: At the first Irrawaddy Literary Festival at the beginning of the year, Orwell' booklets were distributed to the attendees, and the organisers of the Orwell Prize came to the UK to commemorate her husband's past in Burma.
It' s odd to think of a young and unfamiliar Orwell who was a native of India as a dad, who worked as a supervisor of the Indian epium trade, who perhaps walked around the spooky Sule Pagoda 90 years ago and took this opinion, which I often relish when I walked through Maha Bandula Grot.
At that time, I guess on the empty Sule Pagoda Road next to the garden, boy bands weren't playing football under street lamps, their bare backs glistened with perspiration. This was another town, a famous wild, green place. I was lying in the real UK-styled Strand Hotel during a rainy Monday morning rainy season, and read Orwell again with the intention of finding footprints of his Burma in the towns of Yangon, Bagan and Mandalay - areas that the state is quickly renovating to make Myanmar, long secluded from the outside worlds, a touristic area.
This beach, right by the riverbank, is still a gate to Yangon's UK past, with its tall tee of mud, pound cake and noodles filled with jaggery, its armies of butler and its tall and classy cafe. Reading "Burmese Days" with my 3pm Earl Grey and my Uncle Earl arrives, followed by a fragrant Cheeroot cigarette - rains banging against the window - and I was amazed that it is the uncommon Orwell work in which a scenery is portrayed as powerful as the figures.
The 1934 novel "Burmese Days" was Orwell's first novel, and although it revealed the treacherous effect his police service in various small cities in Burma had on him (best known in his essays "Shooting an Elephant"), it also shows his sensibility for a basic way of living - the rhythm of the Irrawaddy, the psychic currents of civilization, the graciousness and mystery and the Stoizism of a "indigenous" people who had no voic.
So what was the true scale of Burma's magic about Orwell's brain? She was deepened by Emma Larkin in her novel "Finding George Orwell in Burma", in which she makes an incredibly convincing argumen. Orwell' s great novel triology ("Burmese Days", "Animal Farm" and "1984"), she claims to follow the evolution of Burma - a country that was turned into a form of "animal farm" and then "1984" by the 1962 independent and communist army uprising.
Sent to the Irrawaddy Delta in 1924, Orwell spends his time in forensic science and monitoring, a profession that gave him an inestimable understanding of how policing states work. Myanmar was one of the most brutal parts of the British Raj. Walking every single nocturnal walk through the center of Burma's old Colonian town - known in Orwell's time as Rangoon - the length of Merchant Road and the broad, woven tree-lined alleys, I felt how this long-suffering, death-clad company with its intelligence force and bureaucratic neurosis of supervision had directly spawned both the contemporary authority of today and Orwell's past masterspiece.
Yet the strange ly similarities with the fictitious London shantytowns described on the first pages of "1984" leave the UK building "dirty settlements of timber homes like hen houses" - except that they are also monuments, handsome and cursed. They are often aqua -marine and livery reddish in colour, decorated with slow moving mossy and fern and decorated with dropping underwear. They are the remains of an older town that is still intact.
In 1858, after the Sepoy rebellion that broke down, Zafar was banished by the Brits to Rangoon, where he passed away four years later. Another evening I went to the house of a 90-year-old UK army vet by the name of Tancy McDonald for supper. In a neighbourhood near Insein International College, as tranquil as a country village in the jungles, a pensioned priest of the English Orthodox churches, who was for many years wedded to a Myanmar wife, recalled with complete clearness the company Orwell had described in his textbook - the worlds of the "pukka sahib", or the inaccessible, impeccable English warden.
Tancy and Orwell' s English dad also had a natural caoutchouc factory in the southern hemisphere, and it is possible that they knew each other. They were practically naked, and the Japanese came to Rangoon light. It was a pleasure for him to have fought for the Brits. I was asked if I would take the "way to Mandalay", which is of course entitled after Kipling's stirring Poet.
At Mandalay, where the flyfish are playing, the sunrise comes like a thunderbolt from China 'crost the Bay! Like Orwell, however, I cannot bear his unsuccessful attempts to make the working elite soldiers into patoises. Orwell actually hated and admires the" good poor poet," as he was known.
Yet the intensive oscillation that the term "Mandalay" triggers in the English-speaking world is a notable thing. At the time of Klinging and Orwell, they travelled by steamboat on the Irrawaddy from Rangoon to Mandalay, a trip lasting several-day. The new, recently built expressway will take about nine hrs.
Along the way you can see the new capitol Nay Pyi Taw, which emerged out of nowhere in 2004 to substitute Yangon. In Myanmar's capitol, India's reporter Siddharth Varadarajan noted that it is "the ultimatum assurance against changes of government, a architectural feat intended to overcome any supposed "colour revolution" - not by tank or launcher, but by geographical and cartographic means.
It is a utopian dream with no guideline and a capitol without a diplomatic mission because they are refusing to abandon the comfort and facilities of Yangon's karaoke associations. Prior to Mandalay, I went eastwards to Bagan, where I spent a few days in a new place named Aureum Palace, located within the archeological area between more than 2,000 eleventh and thirteenth century shrines.
Re-established as "Burmese Angkor Wat", Bagan is an indispensable stop on the tour. Walking through the half-illuminated gallery and admire the elephant frescos, a young woman in the color of Tanaka came up to me with a cellophane wrapped textbook for purchase to tourists: "Bohemian Day. So I went to Mandalay on the Irrawaddy winding street.
Throughout Mandalay's suburbs I was met by small smoky chimney mills, like the fragmented nineteenth centuries industry, broad water ways of hyacinths and palm trees, even more golden palm trees, everywhere blankets of cow, men chopping on tree trunks, and captive Cappoks. I walked through the city' s messy temples, past the Tag U Bein at dawn, where the lake side is covered with weather-beaten cloisters.
At the end of a long, tree-lined street, I went to the pier where the ship departs for Inwa, the old devastated capitol, which was devastated by an 1839 quake. I was able to run the distance from my lodge, Sedona, on the outskirts of the huge ditch that encircles Mandalay Palace, to the East Gate - the only one foreigner is to use.
Over this door there is a piercing shield of the armed forces, in Burmese Tatmadaw: TATMADAW AND THE PEOPLE, COOPERATE ANDCRUSH ALL THOSE HARMING THE UNION. Ironically, Orwell did his policing education less than a mile out. This palace itself has something of the water size of the Prohibited City in Beijing, with its teak-covered turrets towering above the door.
It' s now mainly a army stronghold, taboo for tourists, but that was also the case among the Brits. It is a monumental building where the last two Burmese monarchs, Mindon and his second Thibaw, reigned in the quarters of a hundred years before the advent of the Brits. It is a contemporary replica of the 1859 building that was burnt down during the Second World War.
In the Kuthodaw Pagoda, near by, is the so-called biggest volume in the word, whose labeled plates of stones are in rows in 729 white painted Stupa, with each plate carrying one side of the Buddhist canons. When you walk through the star-flowered tree between the Stupa, among outdoor picnic-goers, you probably think of Orwell, who knew this place well.
Until 1890, the British had a military garage here, and it is believed that they removed all golden inscriptions from the text (and also stole 6,000 brass bells). However, a physically written rock work of this magnitude is far less simple to prohibit than just paperbacks from "1984", or even the hardcover works that had vanished from Orwell's imagined world.
At the end of the day, Burma was a complete stranger to Orwell. Last Sunday's Myanmar and author George Orwell mistakenly refered to his novel "Burmese Days". "It was his first novel - not his first non-technical novel "Down and Out in Paris and London".