This is the read of utmost unhappiness, especially because I loved “The God of Small Things.” This is an incoherent “novel,” which is more like a draft of ideas. The story (if you can call it that) meanders confusingly and floats above the characters so you don’t connect with any of them. I think a Goodreads reviewer summed it up best: Roy is now more an activist than a writer. It’s too bad she didn’t apply her skill to use this book as a vehicle for education rather than obfuscation. This is totally a publisher’s money grab, like Harper Lee’s second novel.
Gwenamon says: So painful that I couldn’t finish it and boy, did I try