Review by miaaa_lenaaa - The Inheritance of Loss

miaaa_lenaaa 's review for:

The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai

4.0

dark emotional tense medium-paced

Plot or Character Driven: Character

Strong character development: Complicated

Loveable characters: No

Diverse cast of characters: No

Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

I think this was actually quite good im just book slumping right now and there are a lot of intelligent thoughts and words here that i cant process rn

‘At home, his mother was weeping because she had not estimated the imbalance between the finality of good-bye and the briefness of the last moment.’

‘The lines had blurred, luck had been misassigned.’

‘money wasn't everything. There was that simple happiness of looking after someone and having someone look after you.’

‘The ground sloped, and as they flew down the incline, their hearts were left behind for an instant, levitating amid green leaves, blue sky.’

‘Time should move… Don't go in for a life where time doesn't pass’

‘One's involvement in other peoples' lives gave one numerous small opportunities for importance.’

‘You lived intensely with others, only to have them disappear overnight’

‘As he floated through the market, Gyan had a feeling of history being wrought, its wheels churning under him, for the men were behaving as if they were being featured in a documentary of war, and Gyan could not help but look on the scene already from the angle of nostalgia, the position of a revolutionary. But then he was pulled out of the feeling, by the ancient and usual scene, the worried shopkeepers watching from their monsoon-stained grottos. Then he shouted along with the crowd, and the very mingling of his voice with largeness and lustiness seemed to create a relevancy, an affirmation he'd never felt before, and he was pulled back into the making of history.’

‘Pleasures existed in the world intense, tiny pleasures that nevertheless created a feeling of space on all sides.’

‘This was how history moved, the slow build, the quick burn, and in an incoherence, the leaping both backward and forward, swallowing the young into old hate. The space between life and death, in the end, too small to measure.’

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