this song makes me happy. or at least somewhat content.

i finished reading god of small things and i kind of thought it would just be a giant turd of angst on the marginalised and how shitty life is for them and pretentious and condescending as fuck .. but it wasn't. i don't know if this is accurate but i think i was just attracted to the slight romanticism of the novel and the tone of the narration. and this is also a great example of how broken sentences and paragraphs can work .. in comparison to fucking book thief which i want to stabstabstab. and roy's poetic, train-of-thought-esque style of writing was perfect too, also in comparison with english patient which i also want to stab. as a postcolonialist text i think roy married historical and political references, statements, criticism with love/loyalty/betrayal/humanbehaviours really, really well. there was not so much of the former to make me too bored and uninterested, and similarly with the latter for the novel to become a pool love angst diarrhea.

bed time.

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