I didn't get a small package containing good things :)
Oh DAMN! I did! I forgot! Well, that's for a different post.
This post had been long standing.
it;s about The God of the Small Things
It's a nice contemporary book, written the way most contemporary books are written.
The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much.
This is the most beautiful line in the story. The most significant and true too. The writing style at some points is brilliant.
Bu the best part of the book is the truthfulness of a seven year old hurt heart which stays through out even when she turns 31.
The book talks about how small things in life matter. Words like :
Little Girls Playing.
One Loved a Little Less.
The small things that sting, the small things the give happiness, the small things that steel your life from you, all are portrayed in this book, neatly.
The character Velutha, the title of the book, suits it all. He was the one who provided with the family that was deprived of the happiness of the small things. He was The God of Loss, The God of the Small Things.
The book was written in a biased tone. But the hurt and the pain showed enough to justify the bias. The novel is basically the tragedy of those who broke the love laws.
The tragedy occurred when a Syrian Christian divorcee took to an untouchable who was the God of the Small things for her and her two-egg twins who were seven then.
Comfort was sought between the two-egg twins at 31, a viable die-able age, when the lovers were long gone. This comfort was in the form of incest (which kind of took my surprise).
The book is written shifting between the times when the twins were seven and when they were thirty one. The analogy comes along from the start till the end when the twins take to each other and their mother to Velutha.
A beautiful book about the laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much.