As I wrote earlier, summer makes it difficult to read a book, especially when one is busy with lots of outdoor activities and enjoying the sun, it is even more difficult when the book one is reading is going on and off the track every now and then, that is what happened to me with The Gods of Small Things.
Amazingly to me, this novel won the 1997 Booker Prize, maybe there wasn't any very good book that year the Booker Prize was granted to Arundhati Roy.
The storyline is really interesting, it tells the story of a family in India allegedly touchable with a hot tempered father and his family members that he batters from time to time. How death most especially, divorce, failed love, sexual abuse, political situation of their time and their relationship with another Indian family (untouchable allegedly) affected their lives, how it transformed them into what they become. All in all it is a sad story.
This is a story if told in a clear chronological way and with one voice would have been more than interesting.
From my point of view there is no main character, it talks about a lot of small things in a very extended way that dragged me back and forth that I lost track about where the story was really heading to, this book sent me to sleep many times in broad daylight due to the terrible boredom I felt. Many times especially in the middle of the novel I decided to abandon but I kept on for the sake of my reviews. It is not an easy read at all. Luckily for me I did not buy it, a middle school / high school library lent it to me. This is the second booker prize winner novel that I found tough to go through. This is a book sincerely I would not recommend. If you want to read about India and the separatism in their society, at least what this book was trying to transmit I would recommend The Space Between Us, 2006, by Thrity Umrigar **** . I am sure there are other great Indian writers out there.