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NO, The
Enemy Within, isn't about saving America
from liberalism, or an underground Israeli
organization, or how to defeat the power of
sin. Those topics already occupy books of
the same name. This is a novel about the
life of a young Indian immigrant in Quebec,
struggling to keep her sense of self in a
new country, with a new husband.
So, who or what
is the enemy in question? If you can get
past the cliché, it's a worthy question that
keeps the reader engaged throughout this
tale of sacrifice and self-discovery.
“When a woman
tried for twenty years and failed to make a
man love her, it was time to call it quits.
When nothing a woman did pleased a man and
when his mere breathing got on her nerves,
it was time to move on.”
The book
follows the life of Sita Verma, from her
roots in Kerala through her Westernized
existence in Quebec City. Speckled with
references to Quebec political landmarks,
like the
October Crisis of 1970 and the
1995 referendum, The Enemy Within
captivates the reader by providing a warm
bed of context for each event that Sita
encounters.
The life of
Sita roughly follows that of the author,
Nalini Warriar, who, also from Kerala, moved
to Quebec as a young woman; she too is a
scientist, as is her character. The Enemy
Within is her first novel and her second
book; her Blues from the Malabar Coast:
Short Stories (2002) won the Quebec
Writers Federation First Book Award.
The story is
delivered thoughtfully, focusing primarily
on Sita's internal landscape. And while this
may sound like yet another soul-searching
tale of the triumph of the spirit, Warriar
pulls it off without too many sappy
interludes.
Part of the
uniqueness of this novel (and perhaps its
saving grace) is its insight into and
analysis of Canadian politics. By simply
being different from the average Quebecer,
Sita finds herself a beacon for racism and
sexism. She is called La Noire by her
neighbour; her husband expects her to be a
silent servant in her own house; when she
becomes a researcher at a clinic, she is
paid less than her counterparts and
exploited for her ideas without credit.
For Sita, one
of the biggest sources of anxiety is the
political dicotomy of French and English in
Quebec; as an immigrant, she does not fit
neatly into these categories — especially
with her dark skin and Indian accent.
“It was autumn
again and referendum time in Quebec. Sita
listened to the debates by scholars and
experts. What they said boiled down to one
thing: Quebec for the francophones. Or as
Sita saw it, white Quebeckers.”
Possibly the
most outstanding part of the novel is the
complexity of character. We feel what Sita
feels and we hate who she hates. Its
weakness is the counterpart to this — too
much time in Sita's head: her attentiveness
to the weather and her natural surroundings
can be annoying. Descriptors for a grey sky
or fragrant flowers abound. If you didn't
know what Quebec City looked like before,
this book will make you an expert. Warriar
hasn’t allowed the reader to imagine the
details for herself.
There is a
particular enemy to which the title refers,
but the reader doesn't discover it until
Sita does, near the end of the book.
Arguably, a better title may have been
Cold Places, Cold People. Despite this
novel's weaknesses, it is propelled by a
strong, addictive plot line and by the
tearing down of illusions about the
greatness of this country. For that alone,
it's worth the read.
— Jenn
Watt
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