![]() ![]() In fact dozens of comparisons kept flashing in my mind – Jodrowsky, Rushdie, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Sashi Tharoor and even a bit of Arundhati Roy’s previous book, The God of Small Things popped up. Not only is this a novel of purposeful information overload but it is sprawling. ![]() It also ends up being a commentary on attitudes on sexuality, the notion of gender, the caste system and we readers get doses of Indian mythology, traditions, prayers and details about typical Indian dishes. ![]() I saw the main message as a snapshot of India’s history from partition and the after effects which still are present in the 21st century: the suffering, the political maneuvers, the campaigns but Roy also includes a human side and that’s with her character. Roy stuffs a lot in this novel and, although daunting, it makes perfect sense. The way personal destinies destinies cross and entwine themselves with history, which in turn becomes a personal history. But then I read the following quote at the end of the book:Īfter reflection between reading this book is not a mess but rather a reflection of life. Not to mention the endless pages about the politics in several regions in India (rather than focus on one). At first I was going to say what a mess this book is. ![]()
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