Southern India 1969. Here, armed only with the invincible innocence of children, Rahel and Esthappen fashion a childhood for themselves in the shade of the wreck that is their family: their lonely, lovely mother, who loves by night the same man her children adore by day...their blind... read more
One accident forever changes the lives of twins Rahel and Estha, who are separated soon after it occurs. The story takes place many years later in their hometown of Ayemenem in Kerala, India, when the twins are reunited and try to build the childhood they never had together.
“Ammu looked at them. The Air was quiet except for the sound of Baby Kochamma's throbbing neckmole.”
“Rahel never wrote to him. There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.”
“It didn't matter that the story had begun, because kathakali discovered long ago that the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have 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 the 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.”
“In the year she knew him, before they were married, she discovered a little magic in herself, and for a while felt like a blithe genie released from her lamp. She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for him was actually a tentative, timorous acceptance of herself.”
“She knew exactly what he meant, her son with the spoiled puff. The simple, unswerving wisdom of children. If you eat fish in a dream, does it count? Does it mean you've eaten fish?”
“It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol ... slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season. Every season. As permanent as a government job.”
“If you're happy in a dream, does that count?”
“This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.”
“Ammu said that human beings were creatures of habit, and it was amazing the kind of things one could get used to.”
“Perhaps it's true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house, must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.”
“Our minds have been invaded by a war. A war that we have won and lost. The very worst sort of war. A war that captures dreams and re-dreams them. A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.”
“On their shoulders they carried a keg of ancient anger, lit with a recent fuse.”
“Centuries telescoped into one evanescent moment. History was wrong-footed, caught off guard. Sloughed off like an old snakeskin. Its marks, its scars, its wounds all fell away. In its absence it left an aura, a palpable shimmering that was as plain to see as the water in a river or the sun in the sky. As plain to feel as the heat on a hot day, or the tug of a fish on a taut line. So obvious that no one noticed.”
“And if you care to look, you could see Satan in their eyes.”
“She developed a lofty sense of injustice and the mulish, reckless streak that develops in Someone Small who has been bullied all their lives by Someone Big. She did exactly nothing to avoid quarrels and confrontations. In fact, it could be argued that she sought them out, perhaps even enjoyed them.”
“Feelings of contempt born of inchoate, unacknowledged fear--civilization's fear of nature, men's fear of women, power's fear of powerlessness. Man's subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify.”
“He wondered what people who had more than four corners in their houses did with the rest of their corners. Did it give them a choice of corners to die in?”
It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined.Highlighted by 126 Kindle customers
“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”Highlighted by 108 Kindle customers
It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain. To let it be, to travel with it, as Velutha did, is much the harder thing to do.Highlighted by 89 Kindle customers
She viewed ethnic cleansing, famine and genocide as direct threats to her furniture.Highlighted by 72 Kindle customers
That it really began in the days when the Love Laws were made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much.Highlighted by 67 Kindle customers
And the Air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.Highlighted by 67 Kindle customers
It seemed so absurd. So futile. Like polishing firewood.Highlighted by 62 Kindle customers
And once again, only the Small Things were said. The Big Things lurked unsaid inside.Highlighted by 61 Kindle customers
This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.Highlighted by 60 Kindle customers
And there it was again. Another religion turned against itself. Another edifice constructed by the human mind, decimated by human nature.Highlighted by 51 Kindle customers
1. Paradise Pickles & Preserves
2. Pappachi's Moth
3. Big Man the Laltain, Small Man the Mombatti
4. Abhilash Talkies
5. God's Own Country
6. Cochin Kangaroos
7. Wisdom Exercise Notebooks
8. Welcome Home, Our Sophie Mol
9. Mrs. Pillai, Mrs. Eapen, Mrs. Rajagopalan
10. The River in the Boat
11. The God of Small Things
12. Kochu Thomban
13. The Pessimist and the Optimist
14. Work Is Struggle
15. The Crossing
16. A Few Hours Later
17. Cochin Harbor Terminus
18. The History House
19. Saving Ammu
20. The Madras Mail
21. The Cost of Living
Contains odd sexual situations and human brutality.
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