The Eccentric Arundhati, and her Rebellious Mary Roy
Mother Mary Comes to Me by Arundhati Roy My rating: 5 of 5 stars My first introduction to my most favorite author, Arundhati Roy, was brief and unmemorable. One hot afternoon, at my school library class, I picked up a Bengali translation of The God of Small Things , turned a few pages and left the book on its shelf, after the bell for the next period rang. My only impression was, the names sounded weird, and I could not grasp at all what was happening in the story. This was when I did not yet taste the kind of book I would eventually come to love the most. Fast forward to my Engineering school days, I bought a copy of The God of Small Things , the original one, went through the first few pages with some difficulty, and suddenly I got transported to the story. When I finished the book, I found my most favorite author. Whenever I read her later, I didn’t need to spend any effort, I could submerge myself in her language with the fluency of a free bird. My time with Mother Mary Comes to...
