The book everyone been talking about, the book almost everyone praising the highly stylized writing. When I say almost everyone, that actually means I am not satirely liking it. It means even Paradise Pickles and Preserves or the subconsciously parody of The Sound of Music could not save it from me actually stopped reading at the brink of barely middle page. Or perhaps this is just another good example of a different strokes for different folks.
A story of how Estha and Rahel, the fraternal twins who experienced Siamese Twin like connection but only physically apart. A story of the lives of people in the southern most tip of India and the every day experiences they have to succumb to. No matter how the hype is, I could not bring myself to finish it, or worst I've fallen asleep reading it in a LRT. Or perhaps I'm as illiterate as a blind bat.
The only bit that is readable is the little part of the leftist Communist party. The only thing funny is how a self proclaimed leftist Communist flirts and beds his female employees. By proclaiming himself a Communist, he also funnily runs the pickle factory with a capitalist's hands. Maybe that's the humor Arundhati brings in with Chacko. Okay so it was not supposed to be funny, for a tragical story written. Insensitive as it is, Chacko is a funny dude. Maybe I should have finished the book, maybe not.
The story was not in traditional narrative order, ala Quentin Tarantino's style. It reveals itself in jumps through time, maybe it actually relates how Rahel's memories is and how she struggles to understand the fate dealing her family. How the childhood memories of how pain that only family members can give to each other. Maybe that's the problem, tragic keeps repeating, I feel like I already read the book in a heartbeat, and the half of the book later, it is still the same tragic.
As oppose to many literary critism, there were no loveable/hate-able characters in this one. What I felt was to switch on the television and hopes they show The Sound of Music. Really hopes.
Or perhaps have a glass of Long Island Tea, and feel how deep I almost went with characters from Thomas Harris's Red Dragon. Vlad # 10:42 AM