
The ending leaves you spellbound, waiting to read further, but there are no more pages.
I am but compelled to declare my agreement to the reviews and comments of Salman Rushdie, and other authors...
Gary Shteyngart -- "If god is in the details, Ms. Desai has witten a holy book"
...boy, the spontaneity in her writing, meticulous work, sharp tongue!
Attached are a few quotes you may want to read:
- Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss?
- …love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment.
- Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.
- In her attempt to cancel out one humiliation she had only succeeding in adding another.
- Undignified love, Indian love, stinking, unaesthetic love
- Study—the only skill he could carry from one country to another.
- Pusillanimity and his loneliness had found fertile soil
- …a terrible groan issued from between the whimpers that he was shocked his sadness was so profound.
- Purity of answer was a false quest.
- Nobody could be sure ho much of the truth had fallen between languages, between languages and illiteracy;
- He realized truth was best looked at in tiny aggregates, for many baby truths could yet add up to one big size unsavory lie.
- (Love) Before one knew it one could slide into areas of the heart that should be referred to only between social equals.
- A bit of pretense to raise her above her life (social class)
- Oh yes, he (the cook) awaited modernity and knew that if you invested in it, it would inform you that you were worth something in this world.
- One’s involvement in other people’s lives gave one numerous small opportunities for importance.
- …the lightning shamelessly unzipped the sky…
- …how delicious the pretense of objective study, miraculous how it could eat up the hours. (Sai & Gyan’s romance)
- On the strength of those pushing behind, and with the momentum of those who went before, they melded into a single being.
- …the leaders harnessing the natural irritations and disdain of adolescence for cynical ends;
- Perhaps that’s why they had been so happy to learn a new tongue in the first place: the self-consciousness of it, the effort of it, the grammar of it, pulled you up; a new language provided distance and kept the heart intact.
- After all, even on clichéd phrases, you could hoist true emotion.
- What was a country but a idea of it?
- …the way to coax strength as to pretend it existed
- Everyone had to accept imperfection and loss in life.
- How could you have any self-respect knowing that you didn’t believe in anything exactly?
- In this life… you must stop your thoughts if you wished to remain intact, or guilt and pity would take everything from you, even yourself from yourself.
- A human can be transformed into anything.
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