Earlier this week, I started Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small Things, a lusciously written family drama that received the Man Booker Prize back in 1997. I know, I’m now more than twenty years late for the party, but I’ve finally arrived and I can join the ranks of that legion of readers that swear by this book. It seems quite apparent, despite only being about 100 pages in, that Roy has written something that goes beyond the basic expectations we have for literature. When you read it, you’ll know what I mean when I say that Roy’s India comes to life in more ways than one, jumping out of the page and into your soul (no exaggerations here). The only sour part of this experience has been the realization that I’ve been missing out on this one for so long.
The Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs:
Frankenstein in Baghdad by Ahmed Saadawai:
Despite the obvious reference to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein in the title, Frankenstein in Baghdad is a completely original book. The novel follows Hadi, a hermit in Baghdad who trails the various explosions in the city to collect the strewn body parts. Over time, he pieces together a corpse in order to send a message to the government about burying the dead. However, his creation soon goes missing, and chaos ensues. This book sounds bizarre, and it is — in all the right ways. The murderous creature fits in perfectly with the American occupation of Baghdad in 2005, and speaks to the pain that sets in after the worst is seemingly over.