Description
The richly exotic story of the childhood the twins Esthappen and Rahel craft for themselves amongst India's vats of banana jam and mountains of peppercorns. Repackaged as part of the 2008 Perennial fiction promotion. More magical than Mistry, more of a rollicking good read than Rushdie, more nerve-tinglingly imagined than Naipaul, here, perhaps, is the greatest Indian novel by a woman. Arundhati Roy has written an astonishingly rich, fertile novel, teeming with life, colour, heart-stopping language, wry comedy and a hint of magical realism. Set against a background of political turbulence in Kerala, Southern India, 'The God of Small Things' tells the story of twins Esthappen and Rahel. Among the vats of banana jam and heaps of peppercorns in their grandmother's factory, they try to craft a childhood for themselves amidst what constitutes their family -- their lonely, lovely mother, their beloved Uncle Chacko (pickle-baron, radical Marxist and bottom-pincher) and their avowed enemy; Baby Kochamma (ex-nun and incumbent grand-aunt).
Opinion
I don't like this book at all. Just because an author uses good descriptions doesn't mean the book will be good. The book has a lot of terrible things in it. (SPOILER ALERT) Like, one of the kids are molested, another one dies, and the other one grows up to be emotionally detached which leads to the divorce between her and her husband....Just because the author describes in detail how these kid's lives are ruined doesn't mean it's a good book. That's like saying "the piece of crap looks like chocolate ice cream that means it must taste like it, too." I read it for school and I absolutely hated it.
Another thing that really annoys me is the way the author completely (over and over again) focuses a lot of her attention on balls. Not like basketballs or soccer balls. No, man balls. It's disgusting. Pth. I'll probably never read this book again.
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