Mika Ross-Southall

Adrift in Berlin: Sojourn, by Amit Chaudhuri, reviewed

An Indian visiting professor wanders the streets of the city and becomes increasingly untethered from reality

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issue 20 August 2022

Feelings of dislocation are at the heart of Amit Chaudhuri’s award-winning novels. Friend of My Youth (2017) followed a writer’s unsettling trip back to his childhood home in Bombay. Before that, Odysseus Abroad (2014) charted the day of a lonely English literature student from India as he meandered around London. Now, in Sojourn – Chaudhuri’s eighth novel – we meet a nameless first-person narrator adrift in Berlin.

It is the early 2000s, and the 43-year-old, Indian protagonist has just arrived as a visiting professor at a university for four months. He doesn’t know anyone, and navigating the streets is confusing. After giving his inaugural talk, he is accosted by Faqrul, a ‘furtive’, ‘entertaining’ poet kicked out of Bangladesh for insulting the Prophet Mohammed. Faqrul phones him the next day, and almost every day after that. He acts as a kind of tour guide, taking the narrator to Peek & Cloppenburg to buy new clothes, pointing out sex shops and bullet holes on the sides of buildings.

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