Arundhati Roy
Although this was a highly acclaimed bestseller in the late 1990s, I've never read it until my book-swapping friend A. lent it to me a while ago. Unintentionally, it is very rare for me to read a book either by an Indian author or set in India - or both; the last one I can remember was "The White Tiger" by Aravind Adiga, read in 2010 and strangely enough not reviewed on my blog.
The God of Small Things has its own wikipedia entry here.
It is a great book, but also a terrible one; I felt the same with "The White Tiger" and also with the two books I have read by Khaled Hosseini ("The Kite Runner" and "A Thousand Splendid Suns") and never written reviews on my blog, so I guess it must have been before 2010. Yes, I know it's a different country and different culture, but there are parallels.
Back to the story:
Twins Rahel and Estha are raised by their mother, divorced from their father, in the family home in southern India with their grandmother, uncle and great-aunt. The family are reasonably well off, owing a small pickles factory.
Their uncle studied in Oxford, married an English woman and they had a daughter; when they divorced, he returned to India. When his ex-wife's second husband dies in a car crash, the uncle invites her and their daughter to India for a holiday.
From the start of the book - which jumps back and forth between the 1960s and the 1990s - it is clear that terrible things will happen, and the lives of everyone who survives will be changed forever, including the twins.
But what actually DOES happen and how the family and others around them handle those events is revealed slowly, with the reader having that feeling of inevitability, like a river running its unstoppable course to a waterfall.
The author uses language like architecture, with recurring elements and designing known words into different spellings; for example, to describe a child waking up from her afternoon nap as being A Live, A Wake, A Lert.
Much of what the children think, feel and do is plausible, based on my own experience as a child; you understand some things instinctively on a deep level while others remain a mystery; you use some words the way they are supposed to bbut at the same time create your own; you do as your told but you also do what YOU think you have to do; you get into trouble without meaning to but you can also mischievously create trouble deliberately.
I am not going to tell you more about the plot, in case you wish to read this for yourself. Look up Arundhati Roy on wikipedia to learn more about her and her work; she is a fascinating person.