Arundhati Roy: The God of Small Things

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Arty Although he attempts to be a father to the twins his pseudo love pines for his biological daughter Sophie Mol who lives in England While Chacko tolerates the family Ammu s aunt Baby Kochamma spews nothing but venom at Ammu and her children for the rest of her life Failed at both becoming a nun and winning over her true love in life Baby Kochamma desires nothing than to make all those around her miserable but especially her divorced niece Ammu and two bastard children Roy merited the Booker prize for her story alone as it featured forbidden love within the caste system and memorable multi layered characters Yet what most likely won Roy this award was her masterful prose which when combined with her tale results in an instant classic Switching from current time to flashbacks speaking backwards in twin language and detailed descriptions of Indian life are only a few of the facets contributing to this tale Adding to the prose the tragic tale of twins separated a woman denied love because he belongs to another untouchable caste and other characters pining for a life that might have been Roy has woven together a true gem Recently I joined the year of reading women of color challenge which lead me to read novels by female authors around the globe who I would not have considered otherwise Arundhati Roy is a gifted storyteller and film writer whose work should not be missed Her second novel The Ministry of Upmost Happiness is due out in July 2017 If it is nearly as masterful as The G D of Small Things it is a novel that should not be missed A luscious complex novel worthy of its awards The G D of Small Things merits 5 sparkling stars 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 simultaneously tactile and surreal like an overly vivid dream and her storytelling style is somewhere between Joseph Conrad Emily Dickinson and Pilgrim s Progress if you actually read That Particular Gem Key sentences reappear a few chapters later multiple times throughout the book the main one of course being Everything can change in the course of a day And if you re going to repeat a sentence multiple times in a book that s certainly not a bad oneThe one thing that makes me hesitant to go all out with the five stars is the whole backwards plot development thing At least early on in the book it struck me as a little gimmicky especially since the end result is so dramatic Estha doesn t talk any Why doesn t Estha talk any Something must have happened to him When did it happen to him As a child something very bad happened to him as a child You re probably wondering what that is now right Well now let s talk about his aunt He s got a mom too This is what their garden is like Hey remember Estha that id you re wondering about Yeah something definitely happened to him as a id Keep reading suckersBut I shouldn t say that because of course it turns out you re not a sucker for reading this book and the joke is on me for ever thinking so in the first place 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 girlwoman 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 the modern world It won the Booker prize and is very satisfying This review is going to be a short one because that s what happens when almost two months pass after I read the book I avoided this novel for years although I new it was a modern classic I read that it was pretentious and confusing due to its nonlinear structure I also had the impression it will be very long and similar to The Midnight Children did not enjoy that one only written by a woman Some said that it is the worst Booker Winner I am happy to report that none of my fears proved to be true It was a very fast read not that pretentious and with just a bit of attention I did not have any problems differentiating between the timelines So what I am trying to say if you are also reluctant to read this don t beThe prose is masterful and the story is heartbreaking I now I am oversensitive to stories about twins but still it is hard to remain unmoved It is a story about the injustice of caste phobia a problem still prevalent in modern India It is a story about love between siblings between parents and children between lovers It is a story of loss separation revenge and injustice There are so many excellent reviews out there that discuss this novel in detail and all of its themes that it is impossible for me to add anything new I will only say that the novel made me feel a lot and I count on the fingers of one hand the books that affected me so much recently That s what careless words do They make people love you a little less Honestly I wanted to like this one SO much but it was terrible The novel follows a multi generational Indian family in 1969 The matriarch Mammachi is their abused and blind grandmother Ammu is the At night the broken yellow moon in itThe brilliantly plotted story uncoils with an agonizing sense of foreboding and inevitability Yet nothing prepares you for what lies at the heart of itThe God of Small Things takes on the Big Themes Love Madness Hope Infinite Joy Here is a writer who dares to break the rules To dislocate received rhythms and create the language she reuires a language that is at once classical and unprecedented Arundhati Roy has given us a book that is anchored to anguish but fueled by wit and 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Arundhati Roy ¸ 6 review

Anguage of children whose inner worlds are but their own beyond the reach of the sharpened claws of the Love Laws worlds which are free and infinite where fables dreams and terrifying realities churn into a nonsensical lovely mass worlds not tethered to earthly considerations The two egg twins interlinked worlds which stubbornly rejected the continued tyranny of the cycle of injustices perpetuated outside were the sameTheir combined muteness throbbed with the dull ache of longing loss and irreparable damage Their collective passivity stood out as a blistering denouncement of humanity always coming second to zealously preserved blind prejudices And You spoke through Rahel and Estha s silence which rung much louder than a giant church bell chiming away nearbyWe stew in our own insecurities and the irrelevance of small personal outrages unable to take a step forward helpless captives in the iron grip of the status uo of the world While You Ms Roy take up your pen and fearlessly hail The God of Human Dignity Empathy and Love The God of Small ThingsSo in this space I thank that God for the Arundhati Roys of the world 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 now to 1969 and back again but I never found myself getting confused by itThe language use is inventive and creative and original there were times when I found myself pausing to read back over a particular metaphor or simile because it was just that beautiful or thought provoking But the further I read into the book the strained the language seemed It seems to be teetering and from the wonderfully ornate to a ind of thing that reminds me of Victorian architecture all curlicues and flourishes and bilious cherubs and buildings that look like gigantic overdone wedding cakes It s too much all at once overwhelming the eye and leaving me feeling faintly sea sickI don t like the tone she takes in parts of it either especially when she s talking about human nature or history or the caste system Not that I don t agree with a lot of what she says I do but she s too didactic I think it s her tendency to put every line in a new paragraph in these sections A subtle hand will always serve you better I think Okay first things first The God Of Small Things is a very very clever book but what makes it exceptional is that it is both beautiful and crafty a rare combination This book has structure Lots of it She effectively creates a language of her own a juvenile lucid language which complements the wistful mood of the book beautifully The plot moves around in space and time with masterful ease and one can t help but experience a vague sense of foreboding a prickly fear in the back of your neckFrom what could have been just another tragic incident Arundhati Roy weaves a poignant story about the loss of innocence and the far reaching devastation caused in the aftermath of one tragic event She examines every character with a genuine warmth their motivations insecurities and most importantly their unfulfilled dreams the definitive universal human tragedy The secret of being a bore is to tell everything Voltaire said This book is an appropriate example of how tr This is without a doubt the single worst book ever writtenIt 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 to meet a single person that LIKES this book it makes it onto all the top 100 lists etc I can only believe that this is because there is NO point to the book but the rev 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 classical violin player desired an education rather than an arranged marriage Her family belonged to the Touchable caste and while tolerable of others desired that their daughter married someone from a family like theirs Ammu met a Bengali and married for love He turned out to be an alcoholic and they divorced within two years although not before giving birth to fraternal twins Estahappen Esta a boy and Rahel a girl Ammu retreats with her children to the family estate doomed to live a miserable life as an outcast Even though Ammu raises Esta and Rahel to be brilliant children the rest of the family resents their presence at the home in Ayemenem Her father has died and her mother although a presence is blind The new head of the family is her brother Chacko a former Rhodes Scholar and current member of the communist Her violin their beloved uncle Chacko Rhodes scholar pickle baron radical Marxist bottom pincher their enemy Baby Kochamma ex nun and incumbent grandaunt and the ghost of an imperial entomologist's moth with unusually dense dorsal tuftsWhen their English cousin Sophie Mol and her mother Margaret Kochamma arrive on a Christmas visit Esthappen and Rahel learn that Things Can Change in a Day That lives can twist into new ugly shapes even cease forever beside their river graygreen With fish in it With the sky and trees in it And.

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 now how they end yet you listen as though you don t In the way that although you now that one day you will die you live as though you won t In the Great Stories you now who lives who dies who finds love who doesn t And yet you want to now again Arundhati Roy The God of Small ThingsTiming is everything regarding books and I have to say that the timing for this book was excellent as it came to me amid my own reflections of the past my upbringing and personal history This was one of the books I read at the right time and when you do read books at the right time they often hold meaning for you This is one of the books that had me hooked from the start Arundhati Roy is a brilliant storyteller and I fell in love with the structure the content of this book the humour the cultural reflections This book was a reminder to me of how when I first started looking for diversity in literature Indian literature was one of the first genres I sought and felt comfortable in despite the fact that it s not my culture I new I could relate to the depictions of life in the tropics life in a former British colony with Britishness being seen as central and something to strive towards as well like I d previously experienced was very much on my mind while reading thisI found this to be a very compelling beautiful sad book with rich imagery The historical background was compelling I had little nowledge of the Kerala area which was the backdrop to twins Rahel and Estha s stories but Roy managed to make the story very compelling with her discussion of Indian social issues and the history of colonialism And it was not difficult to remember how history shapes us Memory was that woman on the train Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones a fleeting look a feeling The smell of smoke A windscreen wiper A mother s marble eyes I liked the non linear storytelling and I am finding that that s true to life in many ways Remembrances often aren t linear and with each chapter of the mystery is revealed and I find that to be an interesting metaphor in our own lives There was so much profoundness in this book and short sentences that despite their length had me thinking in all sorts of directions for example Toy Histories for rich tourists to play in to depict history and rich cultural heritage being lost and which reminds me of false historiesThe wordplay although it did get admittedly a bit repetitive was also interesting and I loved so much of the imagery especially that of the moth The moth on Rahel s heart spread its velvet wings and the chill crept into her bones Overall an excellent and tragic book with unforgettable characters Definitely worth the read Both she and he new that there are things that can be forgotten And things that cannot that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful sideways staring eyes 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 ForgottenBut I remember I remember the lives lived and the loves which were birthed by circumstances loves which breathed for a while before perishing on the altar of conformity I remember Chacko and Sophie Mol Ammu and Velutha Rahel and Estha And most of all I remember You You the painter of this portrait of a family s downward spiral into oblivion You the creator of this life sized painting of a city and a nation and all of human civilization in turnI see You as an iconoclast persistent in your demand for liberties we are too submissive to dream of acuiring You ask for things so heedlessly so powerfully The right to love whom we want and how much we want The right to be eual The right not to be discriminated against The right not to be left languishing in solitude battling painful memories The right not to lose at any cost one s faith in the goodness in human beingsYou are the rebel we never considered becoming We do not have courage like yours you see Your opinions aired on national television are so often misinterpreted Deliberately CraftilyThe sun inside of You that refuses to be subdued by the drear of political machinations by the evil lurking in the human heart by the sham of development perpetrated under the helpful charade of nonexistent liberty euality fraternity by every one saying No no no you ask for too much The world cannot ever be a fair place sent a little light my wayThat light gives me hope Your Small God gives me hopeHe augurs that the overlooked small mundane cruelties will only snowball into a tragedy of life altering proportions later on a gigantic boulder hurtling down the slope of a mountain crushing everything in its path into an unrecognizable gory pulp of flesh and blood Small God s wrath will eventually consume Big God s apathy and reduce it to mere cindersI hope your Small God is rightYou speak the esoteric The year is 1969 In the state of Kerala on the southernmost tip of India a skyblue Plymouth with chrome tailfins is stranded on the highway amid a Marxist workers' demonstration Inside the car sit two egg twins Rahel and Esthappen and so begins their tale Armed only with the invincible innocence of children they 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 their blind grandmother Mammachi who plays Handel on.

Arundhati Roy is an Indian writer who is also an activist who focuses on issues related to social justice and economic ineuality She won the Booker Prize in 1997 for her novel The God of Small Things and has also written two screenplays and several collections of essaysFor her work as an activist she received the Cultural Freedom Prize awarded by the Lannan Foundation in 2002