Perfect Prose #5: The God of Small Things

Yesterday, I was approved on NetGalley for Arundhati Roy’s much anticipated latest offering, ‘The Ministry of Upmost Happiness.’ Almost immediately upon reading, it made me think of her Man Booker Prize winning novel ‘The God of Small Things’, that I read about 6 years ago. This is one of the quotes from that novel that has always stayed with me.


But what was there to say?

Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-coloured shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief.

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.


An extract from The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy.

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