![]() ![]() I did not understand that I was “championing” multiculturalism by simply depicting it, or by describing it as anything other than incipient tragedy.Īt the same time I don’t think I ever was quite naive enough to believe, even at twenty-one, that racially homogeneous societies were necessarily happier or more peaceful than ours simply by virtue of their homogeneity. I thought my life was as contingent as the lives lived out in a rural Italian village and that in both cases historical time was moving in the only direction it can: forward. I thought the historical forces that had taken the black side of my family from the west coast of Africa, through slavery to the Caribbean, through colonialism and postcolonialism to Britain were as solid and real as the historical forces that, say, purged a small Italian village of its Jews and, by virtue of its physical distance from Milan, kept that village largely white and Catholic in the same years my little corner of England turned racially pluralistic and multifaith. This is all to say I was very innocent, aged twenty-one. And when I wrote a novel about the London I grew up in, I further did not realize that by describing an environment in which people from different places lived relatively peaceably side by side, I was “championing” a situation that was in fact on trial and whose conditions could suddenly be revoked. Of course, as a child I did not realize that the life I was living was considered in any way provisional or experimental by others: I thought it was just life. Sometimes it is put far more explicitly, like so: “You were such a champion of ‘multiculturalism.’ Can you admit now that it has failed?” When I hear these questions I am reminded that to have grown up in a homogeneous culture in a corner of rural England, say, or France, or Poland, during the 1970s, 1980s, or 1990s, is to think of oneself as having been simply alive in the world, untroubled by history, whereas to have been raised in London during the same period, with, say, Pakistani Muslims in the house next door, Indian Hindus downstairs, and Latvian Jews across the street, is thought of, by others, as evidence of a specific historical social experiment, now discredited. Is this fair to say?” It is a question usually posed in a tone of sly eagerness-you will recognize this tone if you’ve ever heard a child ask permission to do something she has in fact already done. The question is: “In your earlier novels you sounded so optimistic, but now your books are tinged with despair. So many more important things were rendered absurd by the events of November 8 that I hesitate to include my own writing in the list, and only mention it now because the most frequent question I’m asked about my work these days seems to me to have some bearing on the situation at hand. President Trump rises in the west, a united Europe drops below the horizon on the other side of the ocean-but here we still are, giving a literary prize, receiving one. Accepting a literary prize is perhaps always a little absurd, but in times like these not only the recipient but also the giver feels some sheepishness about the enterprise. I believe that by following the principles and practices outlined in this book, you can overcome adversity and become the best version of yourself.President Barack Obama and German Chancellor Angela Merkel at the G7 Summit, Krün, Germany, June 2015Ī talk given in Berlin on November 10 on receiving the 2016 Welt Literature Prize.įirst I would like to acknowledge the absurdity of my position. ![]() This book is written for anyone looking to cultivate a more positive, peaceful, and joyful life. ![]()
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