Arundhati Roy’s The God of Small Things, was the first book of hers that I read. It happens to also be the only piece of fiction she has written. I loved the book. Her writing style and the subject are so devastating, that I just had to read some of her non-fiction, journalistic work.
The Cost of Living, is a collection of two essays, one on India’s massive damn projects and the other on the advent of India’s nuclear bomb. It brought to my attention, subjects I had no clue about earlier. Roy is conscious, aggressive, and breathtakingly honest about the injustices and horror of both subjects.
This book will change your perspective if it is not already on par with Roy’s. It is a must read for anyone interested in human rights, international relations and development, or simply those concerned with the future of India and our world.
I was especially moved and motivated by the passage below. Please read this book.
It is such a supreme folly to believe that nuclear weapons are deadly only if they’re used. The fact that they exist at all, their presence in our lives, will wreak more havoc than we can begin to fathom. Nuclear weapons pervade our thinking. Control our behavior. Administer our societies. Inform our dreams. They bury themselves like meat hooks deep in the base of our brains. They are purveyors of madness. They are the ultimate colonizer. Whiter than any white man that ever lived. The very heart of whiteness.