Theme?!

Now now, don't get too excited for me, because I still have no idea why the things that are happening are happening, but I'm starting to specifically know WHAT is going on. Like I said, WHY? I have no idea. But WHAT, this I know.

And...
I'M STARTING TO SMELL A THEME GUYS!

Let me start a'fresh.

There is an old, acidic, obnoxious, rude, petty, haughty, conceited retired judge living in the Himalayas (possibly, do NOT quote me on that) along with young fiery Sai, an old cowardly cook referred to as, "the cook". He has a son who works in several different fast food restaurants in America illegally to try and earn money. The judge also owns a small dog named Mutt who is probably the only being that the retired judge actually cares for other than himself. There's also a baker whom we haven't heard much about because he went to...somewhere.

It is in the retired bitter judge's home in which this "family" resides. Sai is somehow related to the judge because she definitely isn't one of his servants. I've learned that because this retired judge is in fact, a retired judge, he has a high social status that demands respect and power. The moods the reader gets from the judge's abode is gloomy, dull, and imprisoning. It's like they are all being forced to live there and none of them are exactly elated. When Sai isn't unhappy, she's in a dreamy state. But there is something about her that tells me she's strong, and that she has potential to be MVP in this novel. You know, the hero that everyone is cheering for and loves to defend? Moving on, I also know that it is snowing. Yes yes, I know, serious valuable information. Of course it's snowing, it's the Himalayas. Well, every bit of information is useful, do not taunt me. I also thought I should share that it is very misty. Normally this wouldn't be significant in any fashion, but Desai is describing the mist so much that I'm almost being suffocated with the nonexistent rubbish, giving me reason to believe that it is important somehow.

Although my summary probably isn't information packed, it is pretty eventful, so bear with me.
One very MISTY/FOGGY afternoon, Sai and the cowardly cook were making some tea for the bitter retired judge when three young Indian boys appeared. One handled a shot gun, while the other two backed him up. They commanded the retrieval of the judge's weapons, food, and any other things that were useful.
(Side note): This gives the reader a fairly good idea of the time period; that is if the reader were able to identify such dates. Desai makes it seem like the judge, Sai, and cook, were expecting this to happen sooner or later. It seems like this sort of occurrence is common during this time, in this specific section of the world. Why? No idea. Everyone's at their wit's ends.
Continuing on, the boys didn't kill anyone. They simply ate, took whatever the family had, and left. Leaving them behind in a frightened and alarmed state. The boys spoke Hindi, not Nepalese, which for some reason affronted and disgusted the old bitter retired judge. He found it beneath him to a large degree. But he spoke Hindi anyways and could communicate. The cook fetches the police, who are quite obviously corrupt), and they do a search. Because the judge has such high social standings, the police had no choice but to actually investigate.
My summary ends here, because this is where the chapter ends. Interesting, no?
Hopefully we'll find out more about Sai's ex/current lover; it relates to my theme theory.
The theory that I have yet to discuss.
I'll just have to leave the theme revelation for next week's blog. Leave you in suspense. Whoever "you" may be.
(Plus I also don't really have any supporting evidence to claim that it really is a theme. But we'll just keep that to ourselves.)

Annoyance

The Inheritance of Loss, written by Kiran Desai, has already proven itself to be a novel that needs to be read with depth, analysis, focus, and lots of patience. Desai uses her own metaphorical phrases and figurative language that can often be difficult to grasp or frustrating to read. She uses it when describing something as simple as fog, or an emotion that doesn't necessarily need such a lengthy description. I find myself struggling constantly when trying to understand what Desai is trying to narrate or describe. Occasionally when she does use her figurative explanations and large overwhelming vocabulary, the meaning is almost lost, it's like reading a dictionary! I get thwarted by her inability to simply get to the point like McCarthy does. I love analyzing meanings and broadening my vocabulary, but Desai tends to drive me insane. For instance, "...there was report of dissatisfaction in the hills, gathering insurgency, men and guns." 

No idea what that said? Me neither! And I'm actually reading the book!

I feel like I'm trying to decode Sanskrit when I'm reading this! That sentence literally had absolutely nothing to do with the novel. Not that I have a very good idea of what's going on in the novel because I feel like I'm trying to read Vietnamese. Nothing makes sense! Her lack of simplicity and hatred of understandable and relatable language and descriptions, is making me unable to perform my duties as a reader. Desai better shape up and start making sense, otherwise I WILL go completely insane.

I wish I could say more about this book, but I quite honestly can't. It hardly makes sense to me at all. But what I have pulled together is that, the characters live somewhere near the Nepalese and Indian border and some sort of terrorism is taking place. I can't identify the time setting, but it's getting there. I also know that the main character Sai, used to be/is in love with a math tutor named Gyan. I don't know what happens/happened to him, but she thinks about him frequently. 

Hopefully the novel will kick off soon; most novel's begin slow (but for one hundred pages?). Also, I'm hoping that the random fringes of memories floating around in Sai's head throughout the novel will begin to pull together and form a solid and stable plot. 

I'm sorry for bad blog, but I can't even smell a theme. ( :[ )

I blame The Grove Press.