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The God of Small Things
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Please excuse me while I go sit in this corner and be dreadfully underwhelmed.
The God of Small Things won the Booker Prize in 1997, and I'd heard very good things about it. And yet I really didn't like it. It's not a bad book - far from it. The characters she has created are really wonderful, and she has succeeded in evoking all the noises and sights and smells of Kerala, even for someone like me who's never been further east than Poland. The narrative structure is disjointed, wandering from the now to 1969 and back again, but I never found myself getting confused by it.
The language use is inventive and creative and original; there were times when I found myself pausing to read back over a particular metaphor or simile because it was just that beautiful or thought-provoking. But the further I read into the book, the more strained the language seemed. It seems to be teetering more and more from the wonderfully ornate to a kind of thing that reminds me of Victorian architecture - all curlicues and flourishes and bilious cherubs and buildings that look like gigantic, overdone wedding cakes. It's too much all at once, overwhelming the eye and leaving me feeling faintly sea-sick.
I don't like the tone she takes in parts of it, either; especially when she's talking about human nature or history or the caste system. Not that I don't agree with a lot of what she says - I do - but she's too didactic. I think it's her tendency to put every line in a new paragraph in these sections. A subtle hand will always serve you better, I think.
The God of Small Things won the Booker Prize in 1997, and I'd heard very good things about it. And yet I really didn't like it. It's not a bad book - far from it. The characters she has created are really wonderful, and she has succeeded in evoking all the noises and sights and smells of Kerala, even for someone like me who's never been further east than Poland. The narrative structure is disjointed, wandering from the now to 1969 and back again, but I never found myself getting confused by it.
The language use is inventive and creative and original; there were times when I found myself pausing to read back over a particular metaphor or simile because it was just that beautiful or thought-provoking. But the further I read into the book, the more strained the language seemed. It seems to be teetering more and more from the wonderfully ornate to a kind of thing that reminds me of Victorian architecture - all curlicues and flourishes and bilious cherubs and buildings that look like gigantic, overdone wedding cakes. It's too much all at once, overwhelming the eye and leaving me feeling faintly sea-sick.
I don't like the tone she takes in parts of it, either; especially when she's talking about human nature or history or the caste system. Not that I don't agree with a lot of what she says - I do - but she's too didactic. I think it's her tendency to put every line in a new paragraph in these sections. A subtle hand will always serve you better, I think.
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September 1, 2004
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April 26, 2008
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May 9, 2008
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June 19, 2009
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And either you're a rather immature 15-year-old or you get your rocks off being an asshole to strangers on the internet. Being rude to me isn't going to get me to change my mind about a book; the fact that you clearly liked it a lot doesn't render my opinion invalid.

I can only assume you gave a low rating to accompany your review to provoke a reaction. In which you have succeeded at the expense of making your review a mockery.

The ratings which I give to books on this site reflect both my opinion of their technical merits and my subjective reactions to them. It is entirely possible for a person to recognise the merits of a book or movie or piece of art while personally being unmoved by it or disliking it. Many people like Charles Dickens' novels; they are largely not to my taste, but I recognise their good qualities and Dicken's talent, and my disinterest in Dicken's oeuvre doesn't affect what other people think about those books.
I do not write reviews with the intention of provoking any particular reaction in a potential reader, but to record what I felt on finishing a book—in this case, a novel which I read almost a decade ago and which I cannot remember in any great detail.
Given what you say here, I can only assume that you're going around commenting on people's reviews of this book in order to 'provoke a reaction.' What exactly do you think you're going to accomplish by doing so? You're not trying to begin a productive conversation, you're not going to change my mind by adopting this tack.

Your review isn't a bad review - far from it. 1 Star.


I started with the book and found tired of too much explanation over surroundings, weather and left-right things. Put on hold (may be for long or very very long) just after reading first fourth of the prose.















The author paints a vivid picture of the social, cultural and economic landscape of Kerala prevailing at that time. Sometimes I found it to a little distracting from the core of the story.
