Hills Like White Elephants

A dear friend of mine in Delhi, Sujata Bose, ordered a video-tape for me on the internet and had it mailed to my home. I didn’t know all this, however, when the tape arrived at my door. It came in a box that said “Women & Men: Stories of Seduction.” No receipt, no note. The following day was Valentine’s Day. My wife and I sat down to watch the film, and it wasn’t till late into the session, when the third part of the tape began to play, that I guessed why I had received this gift.
Some time ago I had posted a blog called Hemingway in Haryana, mentioning the short-story “Hills Like White Elephants.” Sujata had written in response about a film made from the story, with Melanie Griffith and James Woods in it. In “Stories of Seduction,” the first film is an adaptation of Mary McCarthy’s fun tale “The Man in the Brooks Brothers Shirt,” the second film is based on Dorothy Parker’s “Dusk Before Fireworks,” and the third, directed by Tony Richardson, is an adaptation of the Hemingway story, with the script written by Joan Didion and her late husband John Gregory Dunne.

Hemingway’s story is considered a masterpiece of understated narration. The word “abortion” is never used in the text. I was disappointed to see that in the film version, perhaps because of the demands of television, Didion and Dunne had tried to give the story a fuller, more explicit form. Hemingway had lines like “It’s really an awfully simple operation, Jig.” Didion and Dunner have the woman say, “They put a knife in you.” Perhaps the latter believed that “the American” in the story was Hemingway himself and wanted to critique the idea of a macho male writer; the script plays clumsily for a while with the irony of the man worried about losing a manuscript but not about losing a child. I bristled a bit at this. I have always treasured the terseness of Hemingway’s prose, and here I was getting what sounded like a term-paper.
And then, partly because of the way in which Hemingway’s lines still shine through, partly because of Melanie Griffith’s performance as the pregnant woman, and partly also because the idea of a writer’s life gathered more momentum and density, the story became powerful in the closing minutes. Didion and Dunne have produced a few lines of marvelous dialogue when the woman imagines the man going his separate way and writing about the abortion in a story which she will one day come across. The woman says, “And I’ll be wherever I am and I will read this story by you… And I will put it down and I won’t show it to whoever I am with.” The man says, “I don’t want to write a story about this.” “But you will,” she replies, and sketches a quick scene, involving a man and a woman, waiting for a train, and, she says, the man and the woman in the story will, and also not, be them. The way the woman says this is disturbing, and haunting, and you are left feeling that she is right.

(The above image shows Melanie Griffith delivering that famous line toward the end: “Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?”)
I had opened the discussion of Hemingway’s story in the context of gendered violence in India. Female foeticide, especially in northern states like Punjab and Haryana, may have claimed 10 million lives over the past 20 years. The latest issue of Outlook magazine has a cover-story on this. Also check out the accompanying article by Khushwant Singh that he begins with this broad historical take:
Punjab has a long history of doing away with newborn girls. The preferred method today is foeticide after a sex determination test, but centuries ago, the practice was to bury them. This tradition perhaps goes back to the days of repeated invasions by Muslim armies from the northwest, who used to carry off girls as booty for their own pleasure or to be sold in the slave markets of the Middle East. Today, it is the extortionate dowries that parents of girls have to provide on her marriage. The custom of polyandry in Punjab probably arose out of the shortage of girls—the eldest son of a family would take a wife, his younger brothers would also have access to her.

Things like this make me so depressed - make me lose all hope for India.
Comment by Selena — February 21, 2006 @ 10:30 pm
How poignant! I guess the practice of dowry is one of the main reasons of corruption in India. People want to make money by hook or crook because they have to marry off their daughters with huge dowries (of course, to live in comfort and style is also the primary driver), and majority of young men, both Hindu and Muslim, feel no compunction in accepting dowries in cash or kind.
Khushwant Singh talks of the Muslim marauders taking away the daughters of the Punjab for their own pleasure, and this leading to the practice of female infanticide. How ironic! At the time of Prophet Mohammad’s birth, one of the ills of the Arab society was the practice of female infanticide by burying the newborn female babies. Things hardly change over centuries, at least in this case in our part of the world.
Comment by Zafar Anjum — February 22, 2006 @ 2:17 am
very interesting. i am always compelled by narratives that self-reflexively examine the question of how narrative comes to be. the story you recount - how the woman ‘accuses’ (or imagines) the man will not only carry the story with him but will ultimately re-tell - and profit from - the story reminds me of filmmaker Almodovar’s film Bad Education. I’m sure there are multiple interpretations of this film, but one of the things that stuck with me was the way it explores the parasitism (or not?) of the artist/writer on ‘real life.’ Does the writer exploit those around her? And is this a necessary condition of her ‘art’? I’ll have to read that Hemingway story. - R
Comment by RL — February 22, 2006 @ 6:21 pm
It’s the most dangerous and disdainful sin on the face of the humanity that the man who is being generated by women, try to eliminate the same, on account of seeking a male child it is ridiculous. Male always make thier life a hell, whether it is domestic violance, their addiction of (due to any of the reasons like, alcohol, extra marital affairs etc which makes women life a hell.
Comment by computer roulette — February 14, 2009 @ 3:37 am