The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
I finally got around to reading The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, which won the Booker Prize in 1997. I’m mostly glad I did. I like reading a bit of literary fiction occasionally, and that was certainly quality stuff - but it was also rather self-indulgent. To me, it felt like 300 pages of meandering (if exquisitely rendered) details. They eventually coalesced into a plot, but it was torturous waiting for the actual story to appear.
The writing, however, was stunning. For example:
Margaret Kochamma’s tiny, ordered life relinquished itself to this truly baroque bedlam with the quiet gasp of a warm body entering a chilly sea. (Page 245)
I’m now reading The Half-Made World by Felix Gilman. So far it’s much more exciting!
The writing, however, was stunning. For example:
Margaret Kochamma’s tiny, ordered life relinquished itself to this truly baroque bedlam with the quiet gasp of a warm body entering a chilly sea. (Page 245)
I’m now reading The Half-Made World by Felix Gilman. So far it’s much more exciting!