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The Language of God of Small Things

In Arundhati Roy's novel, The God of Small Things , the happenings in the lives of the main characters make it possible for us to visualize a southern Indian small town,   and the way life takes its course through all its attractions and disappointments. I very much admire the language, which often tastes like the right amount of chili sauce with your favorite food. It gives an additional tinge to the food without killing its real taste. At times, it pushes you to the edge of a hill, encouraging you to look down for a surprise in the landscape. Roy also adds the shortest possible sentences to give depth to what was said. These are like small waves, coming after the main thought, highlighting its intensity and valor : "A limp floorswab, and two rusty tin cans of nothing. They could have been Paradise Pickle products. Pineapple chunks in syrup. Or slices. Pineapple slices." Another technique of hers is to use the same meter in a series of sentences des