The God of Small Things

The sadness and pain in The God of Small Things do not stop it from being exquisitely beautiful. Set in India, it is the story of twins, a girl and boy, and why their lives were twisted and torn, and where and how they end up at this particular moment in time. The characters are vivid and true. The images of India are strong and unforgettable. I highly recommend it.
–Cathryn Pisarski, Editor of Cune Magazine

From chapter one, Paradise Pickles and Preserves,
Anyway, now she thinks of Estha and Rahel as Them, because separately, the two of them are no longer what They were or ever thought They’d be. Ever.
Their lives have a size and a shape now. Estha has his and Rahel hers.
Edges, Borders, Boundaries, Brinks and Limits have appeared like a team of trolls on their separate horizons. Short creatures with long shadows, patrolling the Blurry End. Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as Ammu was when she died. Thirty-one.
Not old.
Not young.
But a viable die-able age.

Later in chapter one,
He did not understand that…in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent.

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