Devika Brendon, in The Sunday Times, 18 February 2024
‘And gladly would she learn, and gladly teach’
My mother, Yasmine Gooneratne, passed away on Thursday night this week. She was 88 years old.
Emeritus Professor Yasmine was an academic, scholar, researcher, creative writer and teacher. She was an exemplary and meticulous student at the Universities of Peradeniya and Cambridge, as well as an encouraging teacher at the University of Peradeniya and Macquarie University in Sydney. She is internationally renowned for her contributions and her insights into literature, especially the literature of South Asia and Australia.
This is what is well known about this lady who is called a trailblazer and a writer of renown. She is part of a generation which produced some towering figures.
Yasmine Gooneratne as a private individual left clear instructions about what she wished regarding her funeral. Her directives show a great deal about her character and her values. ‘No public notices. No public viewing. No public funeral. No memorial lectures. No fuss. No feathers. No posturing. No performativeness. No photographers. No selfies. No celebrities. No nonsense.’
Arranging such an event in contemporary Sri Lanka is quite a challenge! Cultural traditions are part of what make our society hold together, in a disrupted world. Her attitudes were open minded, fresh thinking and often challenging of norms and accepted beliefs. She was characteristically very tactful and restrained, but she was also a person who had strong convictions, and intense likes and dislikes. Her enthusiasm for new discoveries was an exhilarating experience to witness.
She had great contempt for hypocrisy and cruelty. She had a great sense of humour and a lively sense of fun. As she was a person of moral integrity, the repulsive conduct of people who prey upon the vulnerable saddened her, especially as she grew older. While always choosing to believe the best in people, she found herself unable to accept the lies that are spun by opportunists and predators on a daily basis. Her good opinion, once lost, was lost forever.
The darkening landscape of the world we live in was often remedied for her by music, art, the joy of beautifully made films and the beauty and versatility of literature. She read to my brother and me when we were children, and the great stories from the Mahabharata and children’s classics like 101 Dalmatians were thus introduced to us in the best way possible: through the loving and expressive voice of our mother.
Yasmine Gooneratne was a wonderful cook, and an enthusiastic concert-goer and ballroom dancer. She beamed with approval on romantic love and believed in the renewing and reviving effect of love on the human psyche: considering the transformative experience of falling in love to be one of the closest approximations available to us of the divine.
She was a generous person, in every way: generous with sharing her knowledge with students and emerging writers as a mentor. Generous in welcoming guests to our home. Generous in extending grace to broken people, one of the most compassionate people we ever knew.
She did not judge people on external factors. She did not look down on uneducated people. She was uninterested in people’s assumptions about her, often launched by people who had issues and grievances with people from elite or elevated backgrounds. But she believed that people should try to develop themselves, in every situation in life. She shared with my father the belief that life was a great adventure, and I believe that part of the reason for their wonderful marriage lasting 60 years of their lives is that shared certainty. They each chose a wonderful companion in the adventure, and actively participated in each other’s soul growth.
Of course I am biased, because I know her very well, and knew her close up. But I want to say that even if I was not her child, or related to her, I would still find her endlessly interesting. Because of her impatience with cliches and lazy thinking, her conversation was one of the highlights of my life.
I take the opportunity to thank Yasmine Gooneratne for her outstanding dedication and commitment to every task she undertook. She was whole-hearted, in everything she did. She rose to the challenges she was faced with, and uplifted many who knew her by doing so.
She was a resonant role model whose impact only grows with the years.
Her initials were M Y Gooneratne. And we were proud to call her ours. But her work belongs to everyone who appreciates it.
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AN EDITORIAL NOTE: ” While I often impose highlights on items selected for Thuppahi, on this occasion I have refrained from doing so: in part due to my respect for Yasmine and Devika in this moment of grief; but also in recognition of an exemplary essay –one which would please Yasmine no end.”
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Prof Gooneratne was a wonderful example of a life well lived. Ms. Brendon’s write-up was a treat to read. Thank you.
Professors Yasmine Gooneratne and Ashley Halpe were outstanding scholars in English at the University of Ceylon in the early fifties, a few years senior to me. My late wife, Navaranjini, and I had the privilege to know Yasmine and her husband , Brendon well later in Sydney. Their two children were also delightful . In addition to Yasmine’s remarkable contribution in her field, she was a indeed a person with a very warm. cheerful and friendly demeanour . She was a very good cook and we enjoyed their hospitality at their home in Sydney. Both Yasmine and Brendon were lovely people.
Rex Olegasegarem
RIP Yasmine.
Prof. Yasmin Gooneratne’s book ‘Relative Merits’ describing Bandaranaike family was a delight to read, and of exceptional merit.
I was also at the Peradeniya university working towards a degree in mathematics, when I happened upon a book of her poetry illustrated by Stanley Kirinde in the main library. I cannot recall its name. I was very moved by it. It was a revelation to me that such poetry was written in Sri Lanka in English. I met her for the first time in Sydney at a funeral about 30 years later and as we walked past a Jacaranda tree in full bloom, I reminded her of the image of fallen Jacaranda on the green grass she had used in one of her poems. She was happy that her poems had touched me. I have read all her books but her poetry is special to me.
I am not sad that she died but joyful that she lived.