Monday, June 30, 2008

Small God

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and became an exasperating expression.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

This Unsafe Edge

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank with her little plastic transistor shaped like a tangerine. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims.

Friday, June 27, 2008

He longed for the river

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

Driving past the inky sea, Estha put his head out of the window. He could taste the hot, salt breeze in his mouth.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Just Let Her Be

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Shhh, I'm Reading

[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

On days like this, there was something restless and untamed about her. As though she had temporarily set aside the morality of motherhood and divorceehood.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

She was their Ammu

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

The steel door of the incinerator went up and the muted hum of the eternal fire became a red roaring. The heat lunged out at them like a famished beast. Then Rahel's Ammu was fed to it. Her hair, her skin, her smile. Her voice.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A Viable Die-able Age

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Shhh, I'm Reading

[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

Anyway, now she thinks of Estha and Rahel as Them, because seperately, 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.

May in Ayemenem

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture by Mayank Austen Soofi]

The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, flatly baffled in the sun.