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The God of Small Things Paperback – 6 October 1997
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- Print length352 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherFlamingo
- Publication date6 October 1997
- Dimensions11.1 x 2.2 x 17.8 cm
- ISBN-100006551092
- ISBN-13978-0006551096
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‘In part a perfectly paced mystery story, in part an Indian Wuthering Heights: a gorgeous and seductive fever dream of a novel, and a truly spectacular debut.’
Kirkus
‘The God of Small Things genuinely is a masterpiece, utterly exceptional in every way, and there can be little doubt that posterity will place it very near the top of any shortlist of Indian novels published this century.’
William Dalyrmple, Harpers and Queen.
‘The quality of Ms. Roy’s narration is so extraordinary – at once so morally strenuous and so imaginatively supple – that the reader remains enthralled all the way through to its agonizing finish… it evokes in the reader a feeling of gratitude and wonderment.’
New York Times
About the Author
Arundhati Roy is an award-winning film-maker and a trained architect. She is the author of ‘The God of Small Things’ which won the 1997 Booker prize.
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- Publisher : Flamingo (6 October 1997)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 352 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0006551092
- ISBN-13 : 978-0006551096
- Dimensions : 11.1 x 2.2 x 17.8 cm
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About the author

Arundhati Roy is the author of a number of books, including The God of Small Things, which won the Booker Prize in 1997 and has been translated into more than forty languages. She was born in 1959 in Shillong, India, and studied architecture in Delhi, where she now lives. She has also written several non-fiction books, including Field Notes on Democracy, Walking with the Comrades, Capitalism: A Ghost Story, The End of Imagination, and most recently Things That Can and Cannot Be Said, co-authored with John Cusack. Roy is the recipient of the 2002 Lannan Foundation Cultural Freedom Prize, the 2011 Norman Mailer Prize for Distinguished Writing, and the 2015 Ambedkar Sudar award.
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Customers praise the book's writing style, with one noting how the words stay in their head after reading. The story receives positive feedback for its emotional depth, with one customer highlighting the touching portrayal of Velutha. Customers describe the book as beautiful and original.
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Customers appreciate the writing style of the book, finding it cleverly crafted and poetic, with one customer noting that the words stay in their head long after reading.
"...Having read it once I have kept going back for more, it is so cleverly written it's like an onion every time you re-read it you peel back another..." Read more
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"Absolutely brilliant novel, so poetic, captivating and magical. Heartbreaking and sad but simultaneously beautiful...." Read more
"An intriguing book. Funny, sad and captivating. The authors style of writing is amazing and makes for compelling reading. I know I will read it again." Read more
Customers appreciate the heartfelt story of the book, describing it as beautifully told and very sad, with one customer highlighting the emotional depth of Velutha's narrative.
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- Reviewed in Australia on 27 September 2017Verified PurchaseI have to be honest, even though this book is a masterpiece I found 'The God of Small things' difficult to read the first time round. The clever writing style, moving back and forth in time and the unfamiliar Indian names made it a challenge. One other review I read likened it to a song or an album claiming the book had an undercurrent of rhythm, phrasing and structure and like lyrics to a favourite song, the phrases Ms. Roy repeats in the novel became short-hand... conjuring emotional impact, so when it appears later it brings full emotion with it. I think that is a great description... either way don't expect this book to fit into conventions of previous books you've read... it is utterly unique and very moving and worthy of many reads.
Set in India, this well written tale of love and relationships provides insights on the human condition, place and family. Relationships get even more complicated by societal pressures and taboos. The beauty of it rests in the fact that only the small things are ever said.... the Big Things remain unsaid ....
This is such a remarkable novel that focuses on the small things and moments that shaped the lives of two children. With politics, the injustice of the caste system and who determines who should be loved as the backdrop the end result is astounding.
Having read it once I have kept going back for more, it is so cleverly written it's like an onion every time you re-read it you peel back another layer. The flash back scenes slowly reveal the secrets that underpin the narrative.
This is a very sad and moving book, all in all, it's worth reading a second time. The story of Velutha was heart touching and the way the tragedy came together especially the last scene with the final words Ammu said to him were simply amazing...
I would recommend you persevere as it really is a very beautiful read.
- Reviewed in Australia on 31 January 2020Verified PurchaseI just love his descriptions. They are so original. Words used wisely.
- Reviewed in Australia on 5 July 2020Verified PurchaseThe emotional description of every aspect in this book drew me into the world of each character in the preserving house. Much like ebbing and flowing of thoughts, the writer takes you on a journey of knowledge to explain the intricacies of the characters and how they are captured within the caste system. This book was chosen for our book club. Grateful for the choice and opportunity to read this stunning book.
- Reviewed in Australia on 28 September 2018Verified PurchaseI missed the point of this book and in spite of several attempts, completely failed to get "into" it, finding it confusing and rambling. A pity as others have evidently enjoyed it thoroughly.
- Reviewed in Australia on 21 March 2019Verified PurchaseAbsolutely brilliant novel, so poetic, captivating and magical. Heartbreaking and sad but simultaneously beautiful. Absolutely recommend reading and five stars from me.
- Reviewed in Australia on 7 August 2017Verified PurchaseAn intriguing book. Funny, sad and captivating. The authors style of writing is amazing and makes for compelling reading. I know I will read it again.
- Reviewed in Australia on 3 September 2020Verified Purchasethis book took me through a journey from multiple different viewpoints. i laughed and i cried... i felt deeply for the twins being put into positions that affected them deeply throughout their lives and mostly for the fact that they were separated. i felt deeply also for velutha. ammu ignited in me feminist stirrings. it really is as the words say it is... a book which lays out the love laws... who can and should be loved and how much.. the disparity of classes... puts me at solidarity with the unfortunate.
- Reviewed in Australia on 30 January 2024Verified PurchaseThe book arrived within the promised delivery time and as advertised.
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- I know who I amReviewed in the United States on 22 May 2014
5.0 out of 5 stars Everything out of the ordinary.
Verified PurchaseIt's ten-to-two.
It's ten-to-two on Rahel's painted watch.
It’s ten-to-two on Rahel’s painted watch which lies under the revolved earth of The History House in the Heart of the Darkness.
It’ll be always ten-to-two on the stillness of Roy’s book as the derailed freight train of her story slams into our hearts.
It’ll be always ten-to-two when Sorrow, Pain, Unrequited Love, Too Much Love, and Unbearable, yet Understandable, Truths of Life collapse from their wagons and bury us all under them;
It’ll be always ten-to-two as the train’s sharp wheels scar our souls as deep as the ugly scars on Mammachi’s head, her blind soul carefully hidden by the gray hair and they will be there forever, for us to carry.
Ours will be beautiful scars.
Scars… Healed scars. Scars healed by Unbearable Forbidden Necessary Cleaning Love, which will always be able to follow the Music escaping from a tangerine radio as it floats in the Air.
The Still Air of Life.
The Air of Roy’s story is filled with the haunting Truths of Life, so heavy to carry, they need to be shared, breathed by the twins, Esthappen, the boy-man, and Rahel, the girl-woman, as One. They are so horrible to be spoken of, that Rahel’s eyes becomes empty, empty with everything and Estha stops speaking, speaking with all. Inside.
But the Truths of Life leak as Mammachi’s Pickles’ bottles have leaked, impossible to be tamed into perfection, silent as a mute shriek of grief, imperceptible as a light cutting deep into darkness.
As History evolves and revolves as the round World we live in, the skyblue old Plymouth, with its painted rack falling apart, thunders the careening story of Life and Death.
Life and Death. Love and Hate. Angels and Demons. Humans and Beasts. Happiness and Rules. The Big Things and The Small Things, which in a reversal of their inherent nature belonged to the Small light God, who sweeps clean his steps as he walks backward, and the Big powerful God (god?), who stomps into the House with his dirty, muddied boots.
Roy leads us past glass of pickles and jellies of Paradise Pickles & Preserves, the factory; past The Sound of Music, the film; and past childhood, marriage, madness, pedophilia, poverty, violence, injustice and betrayal. And love, so much love.
With no mercy, she tows us past the lost, hidden beauties and still there horrors of India; past confused Indians, immersed in caste hierarchy and lost in the war between British Imperialism and Karl Marx Communism; forced Evangelism; past Elvis Presley, Oxford, Coca-Cola, American TV shows and London life; all preferred, favorites in spite of the unique, laid-to-waste-in-twenty-minutes Kathakali dance.
And she dresses us in saris of intolerance sewed carefully by single, married and widowed women and she gives us the painted masks of their unavailable, chauvinist kinsmen.
For us, she disrobes the once-one turned-lonely children and two couples of forbidden lovers - who had already been bared, robbed… Loved less… The four of them The Gods of Small Things.
And she makes us watch the Terror and the Love.
I read this in two seatings only because I had to get a couple of hours’ sleep. I was frozen in my armchair, fossilized in time by the unjustified justice of my few smiles and many tears; nerves uncapped, shaking, almost hiding, as I saw many of my thoughts being SHOUTED OUT LOUD at me, from me.
Will I read it again? Yes. Later. (Lay. Ter.)
Now, I need a moment. Of quiet emptiness.
To rage.
Et tu, English, Indians, Christians, Syrian Christians, Hindus, Pelaya, Pulaya, Paravan, Touchables and Untouchables, Lower Middle Upper Classes, No Classes, all-and-yet-never Comrades! Who saw and looked away!
Et tu, Sophie Mol! The unfortunate English child killed-killer of the simple happiness of Rahel's and Estha’s childhood, the two-egg twin that was only One.
Et tu, Pappachi, the Imperial Entomologist, domestic abuser, proud and full of cruel, ugly moths; Mammachi, the almost-blind beaten-wife and example of Christian beatitude; Vellya Paapen, the one with a mortgaged glass eye and the real blind one; Baby grand aunt Kochamma, the gullible girl turned bitter-sour, with her perfect Per-Nun-Ciation and unfair, hasty judgements and psychologic torture! Who played alone-along their parts, ignorantly not knowing life was no rehearsal!
Et tu, poor Rahel and Estha! Children so loved less, from the Beginning until the End, the only one, forever un-living-dead bearers’ of short sad lives and long alive deaths, who didn't know how to do otherwise.
Et tu, All-of-Us! Who are rehearsing the Play and making Black Holes in the Universe, while out-of-our-minds, we count our Keys, looking into the void-avoiding the smelly injustice being distributed!
What it worth it? The price to pay for a forbidden love?
Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.
I will need to read it again. Later.
Now, I need a moment. Of empty quietness.
To Praise.
To Love.
But no words of mine would do justice to Roy’s work of art, so leave me here, hurting and loving, stabbed in the back by my own hand with the Truths of my your our Life, accepting a bit more of myself you this world, and read this real, poetic, sad, grand, too-small-to-be-contained Book.
And the Kathakali dancers danced and their drummers drummed, to ask pardon of their Gods, as we also should do for the daily, unconscious murder of our Gods of Small Things.
While it’s ten-to-two.
Before it’s too late…
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In the light of my last review of another book, where I closed its ebook covers at 20% because of typos, missing commas, too-many-grand-long-forgotten words and foreign mottos written wrongly, loose-lost opinions about historical facts, and over-the-top “'pumpkin bums’ descriptions of nothing-happening-to-many-characters-that-had-nothing-to-do-with-any-one”, I think that to be fair to those who read my reviews, I owe an explanation to my 5 star rating for ‘The God of Small Things’.
Roy took me through the creation and death of an ornamental garden; made me sat in a church filled with ants, a baby bat and a dead child.
I traveled in a bluesky Plymouth on a road full of frog stains while she uses foreign words, many half-full sentences, repeated ideas and (over-the-top, some will say) analogies. I consulted the dictionary more than a couple of times, as English is not my mother language and she uses words I was not familiar with (Probably, I would have to consult the Portuguese dictionary too).
She made me wait, as a pregnant woman waits, as I read story upon story of many different characters, who seemed to have nothing to do with Rahel and Estha or anyone else, but were all linked somehow by society and social relationships.
Yes, this book could have been smaller, but it could have been bigger. But if it were different, then it wouldn’t be ‘The God of Small Things’.
I didn’t closed the book at 20% and I rated her work 5 stars.
Why?
Because.
Because there are books and books; authors and authors.
Because I don’t care if another author has used a style before Roy used it. I don’t care if there is another author who does it better than she did it. What readers and reviewers sometimes don’t understand is that gifted authors are often gifted-avid-readers, with screaming souls begging to be set free; who drown in the works they have read and let them soak in and soothe their pains. These authors are allowed to use all the styles as their own, without being accused of stealing them, as I’ve seen a few reviewers raging about. And I tell you that as an avid reader with a newly-freed author’s soul, hoping to be one day as gifted as Roy.
Because what I care is that, in Roy’s work, there are magical, complex, centuries of old-untold relationships to be read about, learned and admired, in the middle of the marvel unseemly-going-nowhere descriptions of a ripple fruit bursting and an orange sun setting.
Because Roy’s Universe is raw and rough, a few times sweet, filled with her beautiful, sharp-edged opinions - that some may think prejudiced - but are historically based and lived. She tells us an Indian story that could have been a Brazilian story. My story. Your story.
Because what I care is that, without asking my permission, Roy took my soul and gave it back; Sadder for a moment, but more knowledgeable and fuller of passion.
Because this is not a book for everyone, but for those who live life on its full, and are grateful for the possibility that, even being of die-able age, they are still alive; for those who are interested in relationships and its octopus sucking tentacles; for those who are mindful of how cruel the world can be and yet are able to see the beauty of a sunset and a strict forbidden incest love told in poetical, not-rhymed words; for those who can stand up for others in need.
For those who love.
“Because Anything can Happen to Anyone.
It’s Best to be Prepared.”
Arundhati Roy, in The God of Small Things
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P.S. 1 - If in your ebook you stumble upon lost inverted commas, dizzy dashes and en-dashes, overlook them. They are just simple typos - perhaps there on purpose, who knows?
This book is like a child or a loved-lover, who should never be loved less, for his perchance carelessness, because it belongs to the Universe of Rippling Truths of Life.
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Nora DelgadilloReviewed in Mexico on 6 January 2022
5.0 out of 5 stars Todo un reto de 5 estrellas.
Verified PurchaseEl caos en palabras. Conocer más sobre la vida en la India, su sistema de castas, su caos y su belleza. Todo aquel que se jacte de ser un gran lector, que ame los retos y la belleza de la narrativa debe conocer esta historia. Todo gira al rededor de la muerte de una niña. Por medio de saltos en el tiempo, de descripciones poéticas y complejas como la vida misma, conocemos la historia de una familia que se salta todas las normas de la cultura al amar. Sígueme en instagram para más recomendaciones literarias. @Nora_d_tinta_y_papel
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AnilouReviewed in France on 21 January 2025
5.0 out of 5 stars Une histoire à lire et à relire
Verified PurchaseUn style très particulier, une façon de voir les choses comme à travers des yeux d'enfants. Très bien observé. Pas très facile au début d'entrer dans l'histoire car le livre ne suit pas là chronologie, les noms des protagonistes nous sont étrangers et on a du mal à repérer les liens familiaux. Par la suite les choses s'éclaircissent, les non-dits deviennent plus evidents. On apprend des choses sur le Kerala (leurs coutumes, la politique, les rapports entre "touchables" et intouchables, la gestion de cette zone) qui nous font réviser le souvenir qu on en avait si on a eu la chance de le visiter. On comprend comme une remarque mal comprise d'une mère a ses enfants peut changer une vie et même plusieurs.
- MNGsrinivasReviewed in the United Arab Emirates on 20 May 2020
5.0 out of 5 stars Speechless
Verified PurchaseThis story most of us might have watched in some of the movies , heard ör seen it happening surrounding us but the way Arundhati Roy has weaved it around the characters is exquisite . It changes something in you.
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伊藤よしひろReviewed in Japan on 16 December 2020
5.0 out of 5 stars 長いレビューです。最後にAudible版のレビューもあり
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20世紀英語文学の掉尾(ちょうび)を飾る傑作。
登場人物(双子の子からみた)
Estha; 双子の男の子 1962年生まれ。
Rahel; 双子の女の子
Pappachi; 元英領インドの官僚で昆虫学者。シリア正教クリスチャン。おじいさん。
Mammachi; 一家の漬物工場を切り盛りする。おばあさん。
Baby Kochamma; 同居している独身の大叔母。過去にカトリックに改宗。
Ammu; 双子の母。両親に反対されてヒンドゥーの男と結婚するが、ろくでなし男につかまった結果になる。離婚して二人の子を連れ実家へ戻っている。
Chacko; 長男でオックスフォード卒。イングランド人と結婚したが子どもが大きくなる前に離婚。
Margaret ; Chackoがイングランドで結婚した相手。後に離婚。別の男と再婚するが、その相手が死去。
Sophie Mol; MargaretとChackoの娘。双子と同世代。クリスマス休暇を過ごすためケララを母と訪れる。
Velutha; おばあさんの漬物工場の技術者で不可触賤民。こどもたちがなついている。
最初に読んだ時は、ちょっと技巧が鼻につき、それに子どもを使ったあざとさが気になったけれども、再読して、あらためてねじ伏せられました。もちろん、完全に理解できて、納得したわけではありませんが、20世紀を代表する英語小説でしょう。
インドのケララ州を舞台に、家族の闇を、双子の兄・妹を通して描いた物語。差別された者がさらに差別し、裏切られた者がさらに他人を裏切る、という構造が絶妙に描かれています。三つの宗派のキリスト教、マルクス主義、カースト制、性の抑圧など、子どもたちを囲む残酷な現実が描かれます。
もっとも、そうした重いテーマよりも、全編にちりばめられているのは、幼い子どもたちの言葉遊びや歌。インドの上流家庭で、英語を話し、英語の歌を歌って育つとは、こういうことなんだなと納得しました。もっとも実は家族みんなの母語はマラヤーラム語であるようですが。
一家ばかりでなく、まわりの人々も英語を話しています。わたしが一番可笑しく、残酷だと思ったのは、共産党(ケララ州の与党です!)の印刷業の息子、なんと名前がレーニンという子が、意味もわからずシェイクスピアの『ジュリアス・シーザー』の一節を暗唱するシーン。
‘Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your—?’
‘lend me yaw YERS; ’ あはは。そういえば、わたしがya-yasという語をおぼえたのはローリング・ストーンズのアルバム・タイトルからですが、この小説のクライマックスでもラジオからストーンズの歌が流れます。その作詞作曲クレジットは、ジャガー=リチャーズになっていますが、実際の作者は1969年に溺死したメンバーのブライアン・ジョーンズらしいという噂もありますね。そのへんのところまで暗示しているのでしょう。
そこまで細かい引用にこだわらなくても、ミュージカル映画『サウンド・オブ・ミュージック』は知っておいたほうがよいでしょう。何度も歌のフレーズが出てきます。一見楽しい映画のようで、実はオーストリアでは嫌われている映画であって、その理由はウェブ上でも検索できます。さまざまな裏切りがテーマのこの作品で、映画のストーリーと重ね合わせた部分もありますから、このアマゾンのビデオででも見ておいたらいかがでしょうか。
Audible版の朗読も聞いています。女性の朗読は聞きやすいはっきりした発音です。すぐに気づくのは、会話部分がインド英語のアクセントでよまれていることです。わたしはインド英語のアクセントがちゃんと判別できるわけではないのですが、身分や年齢によって訛りが強かったり弱かったりと、区別をつけているようです。作者のインタビューなどをyoutubeで聞くと、ロイも堂々とインド英語で話していますから、かなり適切な朗読だと思います。あまり長い小説の朗読を聞くのはたいへんですが、この程度の長さならおすすめです。
最後に蛇足ですが、翻訳について。わたしは現物を見ていません。DHCという現在は化粧品やサプリ食品のメイカーとして有名な会社から出版されていました。もともと翻訳出版から出発した会社ですが、翻訳権を他に譲渡する例はないようです。新潮社か白水社、早川書房か岩波書店あたりから翻訳が出てもおかしくない作品なのに、文庫化もなく困ったことです。ちゃんとした翻訳家に新訳を出してほしいのですが、原書を読む以外ないでしょうね。