In 2015, I read quite a few books. I beat my goal (14!), according to Goodreads. 2016 might be about revisiting some of my favorites and savoring them a second time around, a bit more slowly.
I'm currently sitting with Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things. I first read it almost 8-9 years ago. I serendipitously stumbled upon a crumpled copy on the sidewalk last month and decided to give it a home.
I'm taking my sweet time reading it, sometimes meandering through a few pages during my morning commute, if I have a spare moment during lunch and no longer want to look at a screen, or as a lullaby (a disturbing one, I might add) as I doze off at night. This time though, I am dog-earing all the pages (all the pages, I say) and re-reading the lines, the words, the things left unsaid that she gets right every single time.
I am not sure if people get what a BAMF Arundhati Roy really is, so for the sake of educating those who may not know, I'm gonna leave a few little known facts right here:
- She is half-bengali, half-Malayalee, which is a curious combination because West Bengal and Kerala (from where Malayalees hail) are the only two states in the Republic of India who boast (?) active and thriving communist parties.
- She's a pretty radical political activist, who vehemently opposes globalization, economic liberalization, US foreign policy, and has been known to support violent separatist groups in northeast India known as the Naxalites and not-so-violent but underrepresented and marginalized aboriginal groups across the country.
You may not agree with all her views, but have much respect for her intellect, academic rigor, creative prowess, and all round feminine awesomeness.