Burmese Days - George Orwell (*****)

Most lovers of English literature will be aware of George Orwell’s “1984” and “Animal Farm” but, sadly, few book lovers will have even heard of, let alone read, his scathing indictment of colonial British government rule in east Asia, “Burmese Days”. As Orwell’s parents and family were posted to Burma and were obviously participants in, if not supporters of this colonial imperialism, it is difficult to imagine how much putting such criticism and biting satire to paper might have cost Orwell on a personal level.

Like Thomas Hardy’s “The Mayor of Casterbridge”, this is an almost unremittingly dark novel with heroes that are at best deeply flawed. Orwell’s haunting and magnificently economical prose, is a gun turret mounted on a 360° swivel that is brought to bear on every character in the novel in turn.

Flory, a white timber merchant with an embarassingly insipid weak personality befriends Veraswami, a local Burmese doctor who, inexplicably, seems to be an avid supporter of the British colonial government. When Veraswami’s name is floated as the possible token native member of the British “club”, the hostile reaction is immediate and visceral. Flory seems overwhelmed and is simply unable to muster the courage necessary to stand up to the demands of his peers who insist on maintaining an institutionalized prejudice against the local “niggers”. Veraswami comes under attack on a second front from U Po Kyin, the utterly corrupt Burmese magistrate who covets the European patronage to enhance his own wealth and prestige. Beautiful Elizabeth Lackersteen – now there’s a character! If this novel were placed in the US, she would have been a “flapper”! Today she would simply be written off as a vapid airhead! But, in “Burmese Days”, she represents the worst of decadent imperial decline.

“Burmese Days” is not easy or comfortable reading. I felt at times queasy, often appalled, frequently saddened and even embarrassed that bigotry, hatred and corruption at this level is clearly a part of my heritage. Sadly, we are not yet able to claim we have grown completely past this type of behaviour but perhaps it is to our credit that people like Orwell had the courage to commit this to paper solely for the purpose of making us aware of our own shortcomings and that we are to this day profoundly uncomfortable when we read it!

Highly recommended.