This probably explains his confidence in picking up a subject that has rarely been tackled on such a scale and which may not immediately appear fecund. Meticulously researched, Zubrzycki&rsquos prose has a lightness of touch to which the reader skips along breezily. The book is deliciously rich in detail, both historical and contemporary, from the heydays of Indian magic to its current moment of crisis. When he mentions Emperor Jahangir&rsquos fascination with magic, he also brings up the century-old ape at his court, who could divine &ldquofrom jumbled up pieces of paper the one inscribed with the name Jesus as the true prophet.&rdquo
Demonstrating how past and present meld seamlessly in India, he writes about &ldquothe barah pal, the brotherhood of twelve, an ancient collective of strolling players that includes jugglers, snake charmers, animal handlers, puppeteers, ventriloquists, storytellers, impersonators and acrobats. Regardless of their backgrounds, members of this peripatetic brotherhood can share a cooking hearth made out of three stones whenever their wanderings bring them together. Economic changes are breaking down what were once strong bonds between these communities. But their arts of legerdemain live on as an integral part of the social, cultural and religious fabric of India as they have for millennia.&rdquo
Until I picked up this book, magic had existed only on the fringes of my imagination. In this page-turner, Zubrzycki&rsquos teases apart the many strands of India&rsquos magical history with a sleight of hand that would put a conjuror to shame, beginning with the barely believable tales of travellers who visited India in antiquity (or did not). Zubrzycki writes about how magicians thrived in India under royal patronage and about the West&rsquos early and unending fascination with&mdashand ultimate appropriation of&mdashIndian magic. Importantly, Jadoowallahs, Jugglers and Jinns is also a history of Indian scholarship on magic, and about the prized magical manuals of yore.
One of the most unusual chapters is devoted to Motilal Nehru&rsquos menagerie of magicians, dancers and artists, which he assembled for sending abroad for performances. Two chapters delve into the Great Indian Rope Trick, with the shadow of a doubt the most famous trick in the world. No book on Indian magic can be complete without a chapter on the legendary P.C. Sorcar (Jr&rsquos father) and his legacy, and that&rsquos where the book ends. The all-colour archival plates are gorgeous.
In case you were wondering, in spite of this deep immersion in the web of Indian magic, the indrajal, if you please, Zubrzycki doesn&rsquot give any secrets away. His point is simple &ldquoThere is enough disenchantment in the world and I don&rsquot intend to add to it.&rdquo
