This is undoubtedly one of the classics. I had a great affection for certain aspects of it. The portrayal of some of the characters was truly remarkable, and it vividly evoked the tumultuous life in specific regions of India during that era. Composed right at the dawn of the 20th century, Kipling masterfully captures the journey of the extraordinary boy Kim as he comes of age. His shrewdness and intelligence are on full display, intertwined with his insatiable need for adventure and a sense of belonging. Told in an episodic manner, it has its moments of confusion and can be overly detailed at times. However, at other instances, it becomes extremely absorbing, drawing the reader in and keeping them hooked until the very end.
I can understand precisely why this novel is regarded as a classic. However, having read The Jungle Books first and having a great fondness for it during my childhood, I couldn't help but think that Kim is just another Mowgli. He is exploring another jungle, yet without the same enchanting magic.
Perhaps, just perhaps, it is a matter of the wrong timing for reading. How did that Gigliola Cinquetti's song go - Non ho l'età... For I must truly admit that, despite the vivid and picturesque descriptions and some interesting characters, I often found myself bored with the entire story. Oh no, I'm growing old!
Kipling has an extensive knowledge about India, yet it appears to be merely on the surface. For instance, the lama in the book only presents the outward manifestations of a lama but lacks any in-depth knowledge of his own religion.
Kim's character is perhaps a powerful indictment against racism. The very first sentence of the book depicts him speaking an Indian language, having the skin shade of Indians, and even adhering to the religious faith of Indians, yet he claims to be a white Irish, highlighting the absurdity of his race. One might argue that Kipling is actually suggesting that the race defined by his parents is stronger than the influence of culture. However, Kim constantly shows a preference for native ways.
The Indian or, more accurately, South Asian characters are stereotypical, but one could excuse it on the grounds that it is a children's book and is done to evoke humor. Kipling is indeed portraying Indians in a rather favorable light. It is, I suppose, the racism ingrained within the language of his time that he cannot avoid and which irks me. For example, when he says that Indians squat in a way no one in the 'civilized' world does. This repetitive characterization of the west as 'civilized' in comparison to the orient is unforgivable. And since the narrator is Kipling himself rather than a character in the book, one cannot simply pretend that he did it to show the racism of others.