《微物之神》透过女性敏锐的心灵和孩童清澈的眼光，观察南印度一个小村庄的宗教、社会和历史，处处流露着深沉、古老的悲伤，但悲中却不见一滴眼泪，因为喀拉拉的女人和孩子早已流干了眼泪，生命中只剩下些许的苍凉，无可奈何的嘲谑、嘲笑沉溺在种姓阶级制度[黑暗之心]中妄自尊大的男人，但也嘲谑她们自己，因为除了自我嘲谑，她们实不在能做什么。这是一部让人欲哭无泪的小说。
The year is 1969. In the state of Kerala, on the southernmost tip of India, a skyblue Plymouth with chrome tailfins is stranded on the highway amid a Marxist workers’ demonstration. Inside the car sit two-egg twins Rahel and Esthappen, and so begins their tale. . . .
Armed only with the invincible innocence of children, they fashion a childhood for themselves in the shade of the wreck that is their family–their lonely, lovely mother, Ammu (who loves by night the man her children love by day), their blind grandmother, Mammachi (who plays Handel on her violin), their beloved uncle Chacko (Rhodes scholar, pickle baron, radical Marxist, bottom-pincher), their enemy, Baby Kochamma (ex-nun and incumbent grandaunt), and the ghost of an imperial entomologist’s moth (with unusually dense dorsal tufts).
When their English cousin, Sophie Mol, and her mother, Margaret Kochamma, arrive on a Christmas visit, Esthappen and Rahel learn that Things Can Change in a Day. That lives can twist into new, ugly shapes, even cease forever, beside their river “graygreen.” With fish in it. With the sky and trees in it. And at night, the broken yellow moon in it.
The brilliantly plotted story uncoils with an agonizing sense of foreboding and inevitability. Yet nothing prepares you for what lies at the heart of it.
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