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The God of Small Things: Winner of the Booker Prize (English Edition) Format Kindle
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Description du produit
Revue de presse
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... --Krithika Jayaraaman on Feb 17, 2012
Arundhati is a poetess, an artist who spins munificence with the ordinary. Her story - a part biography is like fine music to even an untrained ear. She's one writer that I admire mostly because her words tell us a story in visuals. You feel the pain, the struggle, the sly humor and the God she cherishes in small things... --Aakarsh Yardi on Jun 10, 2012 --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.
Détails sur le produit
- ASIN : B0051UH6W4
- Éditeur : Fourth Estate (26 mai 2011)
- Langue : Anglais
- Taille du fichier : 435 KB
- Synthèse vocale : Activée
- Confort de lecture : Activé
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- Word Wise : Activé
- Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 355 pages
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Une magnifique description d'une Inde enchanteresse et dévastatrice ; une critique acerbe des coutumes et préjugés encrés dans les mentalités.
Ce livre, d'une poésie étonnante, ne peut laisser indifférent et force à la réflexion.
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Let’s consider why.
To begin with, the book is about a Syrian Christian family in Kerala, God’s Own Country in India. The story is about family intrigues, intrigues of love in and out of wedlock, political intrigues, industry ownership and labor movement intrigues. And children ensnared in the whole shindig.
While I am not Christian, part of my own ancestry is from Kerala, so I felt a sense of identity as I went through the book. I have identified and I have not identified.
After finishing the book and ruminating over it for a couple of days, I have not identified the protagonist. There are a few candidates in the book, but not one of them stands out more than the other. And yet, the story is whole.
There is an identifiable beginning, a mindboggling middle and a uncertain end that leaves the reader guessing. For a long time after the end, to be fair to the story.
I am not able to identify the writing style. It is crazy, and I am using that word after a lot of consideration. The storyline shows no respect for accepted theories on clarity of points of view and it shows scant deference to prescribed norms of backstory. It jumps from here to there and back, from him to her and back, from then to now and back with gray abandon. The tone of the book is neither bright white, nor dull black, but all shades of gray in between.
And yet, this extraordinary mishmash of ingredients works as a story, because it is almost horrifying in its underlying grime and struggle and pathos. It worked on me.
Lower caste characters are 'black calloused' characters are blind, paralysed and 'so black you couldn't see the blood'. Higher class characters are smooth and light skinned with dimples and classical violinist as a hobby. This is based in Kerala right? If you say so.
And the middle characters are all communists or Syrian Christians. That's it for them.
Laughable, the author's attempts at using the short lived communist movement as enlightening backdrop. Absolutely no connection or anything comes from the Communism angle. The author trying to be clever I guess. The author is not clever. She simply wrote a story pandering to white readers in the US (the British don't need such childish details about Indians). And this book is the Booker Prize receiver? What a joke...
Get ready for predictable child abuse, you can see this a mile away, as soon as you read about the ridiculously detailed descriptions of the clothes, hair, hair band, shoes, colour of shoes, colour of dress blah blah blah. This is all boringly repeated every single time the character arc moved a millimeter forward. The conclusion of the character arcs - all sad, somewhat disgusting and disappointing. Seriously, the author's attempts to be controversial is pushed out to twins having sex. That's it. That's where these character's, whom you have had to painfully follow throughout the book (in a boring not an emotional way). Their conclusion, after all, is twins having sex. Slow clap to the author...
Be prepared with being left angry and dismayed (even disgusted) at the end of this book. Absolutely no reward (positive or negative) at all.
Be prepared for coma inducing detailed descriptions throughout really, from the drooping leaves in the rain (wow how original) to the log in the river dancing (amazing) to the character of the spider in the crack being moody. So very unnecessary, long winded and ridiculous.
Go away and cleanse your palate with A Suitable Boy. Sea of Poppies. Red Earth Pouring Rain. Anything but this.
You may find it a little bit hard to keep up with certain character names, but you will never ever regret reading this book.
There is the story of two-egg twins, Esthappen and Rahel, whose love of the 'untouchable' Velutha, who is also loved ( in a different way) by their widowed mother at the centre. There is the presence in their lives of the twins' Oxford educated uncle whose widowed ex-wife returns from England with their daughter, Sophie Mol, (dies tragically). The account of the physical love between Ammu and Velutha is perhaps the crowning glory of achievement here. Read it and savour it.