Profoundly disturbing. Actually, I think it is one the most disturbing stories I have ever read, not only because of the plot, but mainly because of the way in which it is narrated. The book does have a language of its own.
As Updike wrote in his review of the book, Roy ‘peels away the layers of her mysteries’ with delicacy and supreme writing skill. Not only that, when you get to the end, you realise that the there is no real core, but that all those layers were actually the essential part of the story. It is like an onion: the leaves are the core material themselves. Superb writing.
Roy, A. (1997) The God of Small Things. London: Harper Perennial.