Atlas Shaken

Have been struggling with what to write about Arundhati Roy's tome The Ministry of Utmost Happiness. Did she use all the words in the universe - is that why it is so difficult to share anything about this novel?

Perhaps it will be best to share two quotes from the book, and let the master do the telling herself.

Here is a little poem as snippet of a particularly (all things relative and related) upbeat portion:

"She died in her cage, the little bird,

These words she left for her captor -

Please take the spring harvest

And shove it up your gilded arse"

The repeated and intertwining stories of abuse, sabotage, violence (systematic / random, dispassionate / vengeful), war and survival were a treacherous journey.

"How to tell a shattered story?

By slowly becoming everybody.

No

By slowing becoming everything."

Hardcover, and part of the book club