Thursday, October 30, 2008

Solitary Form

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

In each of the schools she went to, the teachers noted that she:
(a) Was an extremely polite child.
(b) Had no friends.
It appeared to be a civil, solitary form of corruption.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Release of the Spirit

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[Excerpts from The God of Small Things; picture courtesy: MSN]

So long as she wasn't noisy about it, she remained free to make her own enquiries: into breast and how much they hurt. Into false hair buns and how well they burned. Into life and how it ought to be lived.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

A Photogenic Man

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

On his dressing table, next to his cologne and silver hairbrush, he kept a picture of himself as a young man, with his hair slicked down, taken in a photographer's studio in Vienna where he had done the six-month diploma course that had qualified him to apply for the post of Imperial Entomologist.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Reading Aloud

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

'Anything's possible in Human Nature,' Chacko said in his Reading Aloud voice. Talking to the darkness now, suddenly insensitive to his little fountain-haired niece. 'Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy.'

Friday, October 17, 2008

Sexual Excitement

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

Of the two men, only one recognized the sexual excitement that rose like a tide in the slender girl who hovered around the table long after lunch had been cleared away.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

It was Velutha

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

It was Velutha. That much Rahel was sure of. She'd seen him. He'd seen her. She'd have known him anywhere, any time.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

That Look

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

He was exasperated because he didn't know what that look meant. He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn't know 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.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Truly Indifferent

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

Nothing mattered much. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

A Cloudy Kiss

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

She pulled his head down towards her and kissed his mouth. A cloudy kiss. A kiss that demanded a kiss-back. He kissed her back.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

The Most Beautiful Woman

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

On that skyblue December day, her wild, curly hair had escaped in wisps in the car wind. Her shoulders in her sleeveless sari blouse shone as though they had been polished with a high-wax shoulder polish. Sometimes she was the most beautiful woman that Estha and Rahel had ever seen. And sometimes she wasn't.