Close Readings
The Third Born -- Mohsin Hamid http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2012/09/24/120924fi_fiction_hamid Page 1.
"The Third Born" by Mohsin Hamid is a second-person narrative about the struggles of life in the worst conditions in the Middle East. The imagery, language, and details used helps bring the reader into a world they have never been before.
There is no shortage of Imagery in "The Third Born". From the very first sentence the reader is born into a "cold, dewy morning" where they are an unwanted third child clinging to life in a one-room mud shack. When the almost unlivable conditions are described, Hamid opens up a whole new world. The description of the father may not be "appealing" to the senses, but it is vivid: "...his leather sandals unslung at the rear, their straps flapping free, his chapped heels callused, crustacean-like". Of course, in keeping with the narrative, the young boy who the reader is supposed to be has probably never seen a crustacean, but it works. We understand who the father is; a bit uncaring, poor, and incredibly worn-down. Hamid is not trying to have us be sympathetic towards the father, but instead see why he is gruff towards his children and unsatisfied with his life.
Hamid's story is focused around the struggle to live in such a bad area. The third child, who is likely to die, is one of many before him who have died. The language he uses to describe this familiar process is that death exceptional. "She feels your death push forward a few decades, take off its dark, dusty head scarf, and settle with open-haired familiarity and a lascivious smile into this, the single mud-walled room she shares with all her surviving offspring." Death has a dark, dusty head scarf! It settles into the room! What a thing to say! This is, of course, figurative. It's not a fact. Yet the reader is left feeling sad, and concerned for the boy who knows what death looks like.
The first page of "The Third Born" is extremely descriptive, containing more information than plot. The details are abundant, but they all are useful to the story. Most of these details are told to bring the reader into this foreign world. We don't need to know that the river which is used for bathing, drinking, and washing is also used as toilet by this family, and by hundreds of families up the river, but Hamid tells us anyways. We could have understood that the father was a cook with no regard to quality or taste, but knowing that his "His food burns the tongue and clogs the arteries" brings the reader one step deeper.