Hello everyone, I am sure by now you can tell that I am not a very consistent blogger but I promise I will try to be better in this new year. As a matter of fact I was planning to post this review last year because I finished the book in December of last year but I read The Fault in Our Stars and had to quickly put that review up because the book was so amazing I just had to share my impressions.
Arundhati Roy did such an incredible job with this book the style of writing the powerful descriptions and the suspense in the telling of a simply unforgettable tale. When I first started reading The God of Small Things my thought was what kind of title is this and what can this book really be about? Of course I was able to figure it out eventually. I feel the most striking quality of the entire narration is the author’s ability to capture every character’s thoughts and feelings without using a point of view narration for each character. She did a remarkable job with the characters in the book as well. There was no uninteresting character; each character had a unique presence and added just the right flavour when introduced in the book
Arundhati expressed a very uncanny ability to describe disgusting, irritating and natural happenings with ease. The reader will feel, smell and almost taste what is being described. It’s such a beautiful experience to have just from reading a book. The author embraces the little details with aplomb she engages words that created pictures so vividly that smack you right in the imagination.
The God of Small Things is an unfortunate story of unfortunate events involving unfortunate characters. The story is laced with humor but that doesn’t tear the reader’s attention away from the impending doom. In the manner the story is told there are opportunities given for the reader to grasp at the event that changed everybody’s life but the window of opportunity is so thin that before any sense can be made of a tiny piece of information, the story takes flight again and winds on and on until the tragic end. The story is not told in one fluid narration events are picked and relayed while other events are just occurring. The suspense is laid on very thickly, figures of speech bounce off the pages and the pace is slow but enjoyably so.
It is a story about family, tradition, caste system, love, pain, fear, hatred, lies, death, injustice, lust, perversion and incest but beyond all of that is a sad sad tale that curls around the heart to evoke a few tears. In reading the book I realized that the choices we make can have far reaching consequences and sometimes the desire that drives a choice may appear so important at the time but may end up changing the course of history for many:
“Once he was inside her, fear was derailed and biology took over. The cost of living climbed to unaffordable heights; though later Baby Kochamma would say it was a Small Price to Pay. Was it? Two lives. Two children’s childhoods. And a history lesson for future offenders”.
I will share one of the sad moments from the book with you:
“There is very little that anyone could say to clarify what happened next. Nothing that (in Mammachi’s book) would separate Sex from Love. Or Needs from Feelings. Except perhaps that no Watcher watched through Rahel’s eyes. No one stared out of a window at the sea. Or a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat. Except perhaps that it was a little cold. A little wet. But very quiet. The Air. But what was there to say? Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honeycolored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief. Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much”.
I would love to see a screen adaption of The God of Small Things it would make for a very profound viewing. At the end of the book I finally learn what the title means but I won’t reveal that in my review all I will say at this point is take a look at this excerpt perhaps you can tell but if not then you simply must pick up the book and read.
“Even later, on the thirteen nights that followed this one, instinctively they stuck to the Small Things. The Big Things ever lurked inside. They knew that there was nowhere for them to go. They had nothing. No future. So they stuck to the small things”.
Have you read The God of Small Things? Would You?