Nirmal Kumar was probably the first Indian bookseller to publish a rare books catalogue in the best tradition of bespoke antiquarians around the world.
One can only imagine it today: a set of cosy
rooms in an ancestral home on a busy street in Calcutta in the 1950s resembling
a finely appointed private library with a complex of bookcases and furniture
that was actually an antiquarian bookshop one could walk into for a browse and
for long conversations with its bohemian-bibliophile owner. His name was Nirmal
Chandra Kumar, and his bookshop was called, simply, Kumars. From 1945 until his
death in 76, Kumar ran a rare bookshop from his home. It took up several rooms
and the stock ranged widely, from fine bindings to prints to maps.
I first learnt about Kumar and his bookshop
when I stumbled upon a blog by his son, Aloke Kumar, on his father’s bookshop
and its influence on the life and work of many Bengali artists and
intellectuals of that time who were all regulars at Kumars. I was delighted to
discover there had once been such a marvellous bookshop in India — a genuine
antiquarian bookshop in a country where antiquarian bookselling and buying is
not an ingrained tradition. In this sense, Kumar was no doubt a maverick and
thank God for that. Eager to know more, I managed to contact his son, Professor
Aloke Kumar, for a brief chat on the phone.
In one of his writings, Kumar describes his
father: “a stocky Bengali… he wore a white collared shirt, half-sleeved, and a lungi;
his formal dress was a dhoti and kurta with pump shoes. Can you imagine
somebody wearing this dress and smoking a pipe or a Davidus cigar sitting in
his library surrounded by books?” Kumar was probably the first Indian
bookseller to publish a rare books catalogue in the long tradition of all
bespoke antiquarian booksellers around the world, especially the legends Kumar
had done business with, Quaritch and Maggs. The city’s bibliophiles, artists,
luminaries, antiquarians and bohemians all frequented Kumars. Satyajit Ray, a
regular browser here, consulted Kumar when he was making The Chess Players:
in a London book auction, Kumar had bid for and won a priceless scrapbook on
the Mutiny.
Ray went on to pay his own little tribute to
Kumar in the character of the encyclopaedic Sidhujata in the Feluda stories.
Well-known antiquarian Sir Ashutosh Mukherjee was also a customer. When he
donated thousands of rare books to the National Library, several books in the
collection had once come from Kumars. “In the early 1940s,” writes Aloke Kumar,
“rare book collection was in a dismal, class-bound rut. The famous rare book
shop Cambray… was already fading, Thacker and Spink was alive, but there were
hardly any rare books… Kumar helped to change all that. His enthusiasms
included the then unheralded British painters, Thomas and William Daniel, to be
re-introduced to Calcutta once more. He bought the rare elephantine folio of 144
Views of T&W Daniell from Sotheby’s to ship it to Calcutta.”
What was just as remarkable about Kumar —
reading his son’s reflections — was how generously and freely he gave to his
customers, friends and family even though the bookshop wasn’t a profitable
business and . It just broke even most of the time, but Kumar, right in the
middle of his struggles to keep the bookshop afloat and provide care for the
needs of his own family, invited his parents (who had faced a financial loss)
to come live with him. He was also apparently a gourmet and “organized the very
best of fine cooking to be presented to his friends. Sometimes such delicacies
that you would only find in the pages of some rare Mughal document.”
Aloke recalls a regular errand for his
father: being sent off with books in hand to be delivered to Satyajit Ray; he
also remembers how cautious everyone in the house was about handling the books,
tiptoeing around the shelves, careful not to disturb them. One of the things
that broke Kumar’s heart was the sharp practice in the antiquarian trade in the
late 1970s of breaking up rare books, atlases and maps to make a bigger profit.
Some of his fellow booksellers had begun to buy books with rare prints and maps
and tear them up in order to sell each print or map individually. You made more
money this way than when you sold the set or the atlas as a whole.
“Kumar did not want to be a part of this and
lost out,” says Aloke. “And it was with a sense of bowing to the inevitable
that Kumars mentally gave up. Nirmal Kumar died in 1976 and with his death, the
literary world lost a sweet and genuinely unselfish man who freely gave of his
vast knowledge and delighted in the achievements of those he influenced so
profoundly.”
My interest in this impassioned, unsung bookman
and his cherished antiquarian bookshop is not so much for the luminaries who
once buzzed around it as much as for imagining the regular traffic of ordinary
bibliophiles, scholars, and collectors for whom Kumars must have been a Mecca
of fine and rare books.
Pradeep Sebastian is a bibliophile, columnist
and critic.
Source | The Hindu | 6 September 2015
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