THE GOD OF SMALL THINGS......
I just read this amazing book by Arundhati Roy and found her expressions and references very intresting...she had a different style of putting forth the everyday life in villages back in 1969..it is all about the characters...
a bad tempered aunt, a troubled mother ,a rude drunkard husband , a humble neighbor , a politically motivated person , a witty mama , an egoistic grand father,a grandmother with inclination towards his son..two-egg twins and a little girl from London...
some of the things I liked from the book
- Screaming steel bird in the skyblue sky...
- A plantoon of ants carried a dead cockroach sedately through the door, demonstrating what should be done with corpses..
- Shadows gathered like bats in the steep hollows near her collarbone...
- a viable,die-able age....
- A wake , A live , A lert...
- Automobile islands in a river of people...
- Fisherman with secrets of sea in his eyes...
- Coconut trees were sea anemones waving their tentacles hoping to trap and eat an unsuspecting cloud...
- The sounds of a thousand voices spread over the frozen traffic like a noise umbrella..
- Squeezed the water out of it ( savagely ,as though it was an unwanted thought )
- The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have already heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don't deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don't surprise you with unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover's skin. You know how they end , yet you listen as though you don't. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won't. In the Great Stories you know who lives , who dies, who finds love,who doesn't. And yet you want to know again... That is their mystery and their magic...
