God of Small Things
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| Score | Title | Author | Genre |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8.8 | God of Small Things | Arundhati Roy | LitFi |
| Technophilia | 10 |
|---|---|
| Secularity | 7 |
| Quality | 10 |
| Xenophilia | 10 |
| Personal Tilt | 7 |
The God is the kind of book that leaves you pissed off at the world. At social hierarchies. At cops. At traditions. At biology. (Completely off-topic, at Toronto Sun readers and the Conservative Party of Canada -- "convicts should have their right to vote taken away" my ass.)
Estha and Rahel are two-egg twins growing up in 1960s India. Their grandparents own a pickle-factory. Their father is dead, their mother is sad, their uncle misses his Oxford sweetheart, and their daily life is ruled by a bitter ex-nun.
There is no plot.
Okay, fine, there is some plot in the sense that the book has events that happen in a logical sequence. It's just not very compelling. The God amounts to a whole lot of exposition that doesn't go anywhere.
It is by no means a bad book. There are well-time chuckle-worthy bits. Great English. Leitmotifs. Foreshadowing.
However, without a plot, it is not a so much a novel as it is a free-verse poem. 236 pages is too long for a poem.
There's a delightful bit of accurate geohistorical metaphor at a random point in the book. Delicious.:)
It's a good book. Read it if you feel like reading some LitFi. But, while you are at it, do tell LitFi authors to start writing proper novels again.
