Of course, one has to agree on certain aspects before we can begin a debate – for instance, what is “culture”, and what is “one's own” culture and what do we mean by “other cultures”.
Last week, I was part of a classroom audience as a group of students discussed Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small Things.
None of the presenters was from India. All of them were erudite, academically oriented and some even scholarly.
What struck me as a singularly important aspect of the discussion was the universal appeal of Roy’s book (barring two notable exceptions).
Rushdie, Roy and Seth changed forever the English novel – a point also raised during the discussion.
In The God of Small Things, Roy says, “The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.”
This is true of Midnight’s Children, The God of Small Things and A Suitable Boy.