The last chapters were too short to do three at a time, so I grouped them all into one (plus I couldn't take not knowing the ending). Before I say anything about what happened in the chapters, I am very upset about the ending. That is not an acceptable ending. There is still more that I want to know! I feel like Estha and Rahel are just hanging out in Fiction Space on Loose Ends Avenue. I understand everything now that I was confused about in the beginning, but I just feel like there should be something more to their story. I feel like they need to say something, do something, think something.
Velutha met an even worse fate than I had predicted. He was beaten to death, attacked when he was asleep. Honestly, no wonder Estha and Rahel are a bit off. They watched the man they loved get beaten to death. I couldn't imagine seeing a loved one get killed like that. Even though it was dark, they were still there. They could hear it, they could smell it, they could feel it. Poor Velutha. I can't say that enough. I actually cried when I read about how he was treated. He was clinging to life, barely alive with absolutely no dignity left (his bowels and bladder released on the floor, his blood everywhere), and then they made Estha say in front of him that it was he who kidnapped them. If Velutha had any tiny bit of chance of living or any spark to fight death, I'm sure that put it out.
Baby Kochamma! Again, I want to punt her. Seriously, I hate her. I don't care if she is fictional, I hate her. She is manipulative, self-centered, terrible, and conniving. The only benefit of the novel ending suddenly without detail of the futures of the remaining characters is that I can imagine a painful, gruesome death for Baby Kochamma. I hope she drowns in Listerine. Tangy taste, fresh breath. May you die a thousand deaths, Baby Kochamma. I cannot believe she manipulated Estha and Rahel that way! They were children! CHILDREN! She called them murderers! She made them her cruel little puppets. Oh, I wish someone would have kicked her teeth in. I haven't encountered a fictional character I felt this strongly about in a long time. She thinks Velutha was the scum?! If she had been born into a different level of the caste system, she wouldn't be fit to even sweep away her own footprints. Her feet would be cut off.
Chacko really turned into a monster after Sophie Mol died. I can understand his terrible grief at the loss of his daughter, but he effectively pushed away the rest of his family. How could they blame Ammu for everything? She definitely had a hand in it indirectly, but everyone else was to blame, too. If they hadn't been so harsh on Ammu after they found out about her affair with Velutha, she never would have even thought to say those things to the twins. Then the twins never would have run away, Sophie Mol in tow considering that she insisted it wouldn't be effective if she wasn't with them. Estha and Rahel were definitely victims. They were not murderers in the least.
I am a bit baffled by the capitalization still. There was really no pattern. It was just a style of writing. It was a style of writing that I found puzzling. I was not fond of it. Apparently Unnecessary Capitalized Phrases are not my cup of tea. I will say that the confusing manner in which the story was arranged was very clever. It made for a good story, for sure. Despite the flat, abrupt ending, it was still a good book. It will stay with me for sure. I will forever note if my phlegm is ripe or not, despite the high gag level. I will also remember the description of blood spilling from a skull like secrets. It was in the beginning and the end. I enjoyed that little repetition.
Fate scorecard: Ammu-dead at a viable, die-able age (the man in her chest is to blame); Velutha- dead (beaten to death by Touchable policemen); Sophie Mol-dead (drowned in the river); Baby Kochamma's soul-dead (and possibly nonexistant from the start of the novel).
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