Arundhati Roy

It’s been years since I read Arundhati Roy’s God of Small Things , and I still haven’t read anything as impressive as that. They say that you don’t buy a book, you buy the cover. Well, it must be true because i remember picking that book up in a library and had it not been for the author’s cute face on the back, I probably wouldn’t have opened the first page.

So what’s so special about Mrs Roy? Apart from the manga-like big eyes and tiny face which psychologists say universally inspire simpathy and deter any agressive behavior from any member of the mammals family from men to bats and tigers because those features are just too reminiscent of our babies’ ?  

The God of Small Things wasn’t a compelling page-turner. I remember forgetting many times where I had left the story and as a result, picking it up twenty pages earlier. That usually isn’t a good sign. It normally happens with a boring book or a very generic one with nothing new in it. The feeling of “deja vu” makes you confused about the course of the story. But you can’t say that about this one.

I enjoyed every minute I spent on it because of the original style.  Yes, the flashbacks and juggling of main characters were at times confusing to my weak intellect, but it still felt like a nice, peaceful conversation. Nothing flashy in there. I coud also easily relate to the author’s views of the western world, since we’re both from a third-world country.

But I think what makes Arundhati Roy’s writing unique is her unabashed honesty. She says things in that book that we all normally keep within the immediate family circle. You know, like that story that will always make you and your siblings laugh, but that nobody else will find funny because you didn’t spend your childhood together. Most writers won’t tell that story to their readers, but Arundhati does, without hesitation. She deployed the same fearless honesty in her more political book about the so-called globalization, and in her Come September speech, bluntly saying things to the West that most thirld-world people would rather keep quiet about, and wisely so. After all, it’s never a good idea to rattle the cage of a lion. Especially if you’re the one in the cage and the lion got the key. The weak always have good manners, says a Rwandan proverb. 


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