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The God of Small Things I tried to stay afloat with all my willpower but the unchained maelstrom gurgling in Small Miracles and Big Calamities sprouting from this novel proved to be far too violent for my feeble arms and my fragile heart So I drowned I died a thousand deaths engulfed by the swelling waters of this lush river of flowing allegories and rippling parables that washed my being over and over again in waves of piercing beauty and unbearable sadness.Mimicking the natural cycle of the lunar tide, Arundhati Ro I tried to stay afloat with all my willpower but the unchained maelstrom gurgling in Small Miracles and Big Calamities sprouting from this novel proved to be far too violent for my feeble arms and my fragile heart So I drowned I died a thousand deaths engulfed by the swelling waters of this lush river of flowing allegories and rippling parables that washed my being over and over again in waves of piercing beauty and unbearable sadness.Mimicking the natural cycle of the lunar tide, Arundhati Roy fills the meaningless river of existence with steady repetitions of insignificant details in Small Lives to Arundhati Roy image from Slate This is a wonderful, image rich novel told over several generations of a family in India The central event is the death of a young girl, and how racism, and petty, CYA politics, results in the death of an innocent for a crime that was never committed The central character is a girl woman, a twin, with an almost surreal connection to her other Their family life is told There is much here on Indian history, the caste system and how that continues to manifest in Arundhati Roy image from Slate This is a wonderful, image rich novel told over several generations of a family in India The central event is the death of a young girl, and how racism, and petty, CYA politics, results in the death of an innocent for a crime that was never committed The central character is a girl woman, a twin, with an almost surreal connection to her other Their family life is told There is much here on Indian history, the caste system and how that They All Crossed Into Forbidden Territory They All Tampered With The Laws That Lay Down Who Should Be Loved And How And How Much The Year Is 1969 In The State Of Kerala, On The Southernmost Tip Of India, Fraternal Twins Esthappen And Rahel Fashion A Childhood For Themselves In The Shade Of The Wreck That Is Their Family Their Lonely, Lovely Mother, Ammu, Who Loves By Night The Man Her Children Love By Day , Fled An Abusive Marriage To Live With Their Blind Grandmother, Mammachi Who Plays Handel On Her Violin , Their Beloved Uncle Chacko Rhodes Scholar, Pickle Baron, Radical Marxist, Bottom Pincher , And Their Enemy, Baby Kochamma Ex Nun And Incumbent Grandaunt When Chacko S English Ex Wife Brings Their Daughter For A Christmas Visit, The Twins Learn That Things Can Change In A Day, That Lives Can Twist Into New, Ugly Shapes, Even Cease Forever, Beside Their River It is 1969 and India although having achieved independence twenty years earlier is still mired in its caste system In this light, Arundhati Roy brings us her masterful first novel The G D of Small Things which won the Man Booker Prize in 1997 A powerful novel filled with luscious prose and a heart rending story, Roy reveals to her readers an India hanging onto to the traditions of the past with a slight glimpse of her future Ammukutty Kochamma, the daughter of a respected entomologist and cla It is 1969 and India although having achieved independence twenty years earlier is still mired in its caste system In this light, Arundhati Roy brings us her masterful first novel The G D of Small Things which won the Man Booker Prize in 1997 A powerful nov , , ,,, ,, As I stand just outside the compound with the untended garden an uninvited, random visitor the darkened Ayemenem House resembles a haunted mansion, belying the truth of the lives it once nurtured with maternal protectiveness in its cozy interiors Derelict Abandoned Forgotten.But I remember I remember the lives lived, and the loves which were birthed by ci It didn t matter that the story had begun, because Kathkali discovered long ago that the secret of Great Stories is that they have no secrets The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably They don t deceive you with thrills and trick endings They don t surprise you with the unforeseen They are as familiar as the house you live in Or the smell of your lover s skin You know how they end, yet you listen as thou It didn t matter that the story had begun, because Kathkali discovered long ago that the secret of Great Stories is that they have no secrets The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably They don t deceive you with thrills and trick endings They don t surprise you with the unforeseen They are as familiar as the house you live in Or the smell of your lover s skin This is, without a doubt, the single worst book ever written.It makes virtually no sense, jumping from past to present tense so often and without warning that you have no idea whats going on Out of nowhere the writer mentions filthy disturbing sexual things for no reason I could not even find a story in there, just meaningless jibberish The thing that amazes me most though, is that while i am yet t Lush, gorgeous prose reading The God of Small Things is like having your arms and legs tied to a slowly moving, possibly dying horse, and being dragged face down through the jungle I mean, like that, only nice You can t stop seeing and smelling everything, and it s all so foreign and rich Potentially ripe with e coli The similes and metaphors Roy employs are simultaneousl Please excuse me while I go sit in this corner and be dreadfully underwhelmed The God of Small Things won the Booker Prize in 1997, and I d heard very good things about it And yet I really didn t like it It s not a bad book far from it The characters she has created are really wonderful, and she has succeeded in evoking all the noises and sights and smells of Kerala, even for someone like me who s never been further east than Poland The narrative structure is disjointed, wandering from the

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