The God of Small Things

A beautifully written book, narrating a story which is not so beautiful. Slightly murky, shatteringly intense, it leaves you blank. Book invents a language of its own, invokes new parameters of justifiability and attempts to creep into some forbidden territories. Skillfully written, it raises many questions about morality, validity of standards about who should be loved, how, and how much. This book is much more than just a literary trailblazer.
It's a confession.
A crestfallen tale.
A bold statement.
Physical relations between twins may be an unpalatable fact. But if that's the way a hideous grief has been shared between the two-who knew each other before this life began- we can let it remain what it is.
A Sharing of pain.
A gravitation between two bodies whose dwelling souls have been involved in sharing something so painful that they have become oblivious of their physical existence and their bodies. A spiritual sharing in which one surrenders everything one owns, to another, just to share the pain which has been flowing deep inside him. Pain- which has failed to diminish with time. And which has only grown in size and projection.
A tender story that deserves to be listened tenderly.

This book is the best pick for a broad and open minded person.. Tells you how "Love" is always associated with sadness, how women are made scape goats for everything that happens, how a person's childhood experiences affect his/her perspectives and whole life.. The book has less to tell and lot to infer. So unleash ur minds open and then start reading the book...
PS: If u dont get the viability of the story,finish reading it and then spend a whole day thinking about it.. U'll get to know how serious the story is (Personal experience)..

Some people don't have the right bent of mind to read works by Indian novelists. Same here. So one fine day a friend of mine gave me a rave review of The God of Small Things. Then I gave it a try and it turned out to be one of the best. If it hadn't been for him I would have missed the beautiful mind of Ms Roy. She changed my perception of the Indian writer. And although I want to read more of her stuff, deep inside I secretly hope that she give up writing for good, for I want anything lesser than the God of Small Things ; and all writers have this tendency to second-rate themselves in time. This book is second to none.

I rarely read fiction. An acquaintance gifted me this book. It was parked on my table for quite sometime. Then i picked it up,because i had nothing else to read. the first few lines caught my imagination because of the vividness in their description. initially i could not understand whether there was at all a story or was it some form of modern writing. But i carried on because of the novelty in the style, the author's candid statements and her playing with words through Esthappen and Rahel, just like I used to do when i was a kid.No, there is no tight plot in this story, where you are left guessing as to what will happen next, but it is a story of human relations, of people no different from most of us. read it if you enjoy variety, read it if you have an open mind.

The story keeps moving between past and present in no specific order. It is difficult to make out the start or end of the book as if you can just start from any page , like i said no specific order. The writer thinke very differntly from a common man. The similies are just amazing. She would suddenly compare a situation or someone with something that only she can imagine and beleive me it is beautiful. I looked forward to every comparison she made thorughout the book. The book does bind you towards the end when you are looking for the climax. But it ends pretty abruptly. Probably the author needs to write a sequel on sibling's bonding, those unsaid words, emotions, I am sure she can write it very well.