Politics/Social Structure Of course Mammachi would have despised
Margaret Kochamma even if she had been heir to the throne of England. It wasnt just her working-class background Mammachi resented. (80)
Narrative Structure Sophie Mol inspected the smelly mayhem
with clinical detachment. The stone was coated with crushed red carcasses and a few feebly waving legs. Kochu Maria watched with her cake crumbs. The Fond Smiles watched Fondly. Little Girls Playing. Sweet. One beach-colored. One brown. One Loved. One Loved a Little Less.
Language/Style/Intertextuality She put her violin away into its black,
violin-shaped box. It closed like a suitcase. And the music closed with it.
Click. And click (87)
Love/Family/Gender Politics Between them they decided that it would be
best to disturb her discreetly rather than wake her suddenly. So they opened drawers, they cleared their throats, they whispered loudly, they hummed a little tune. They moved shoes. And found a cupboard door that creaked.
Ammu, resting under the skin of her dream,
observed them and ached with her love for them. (104)
Environment The crematorium had the same rotten,
rundown air of a railway station, except that it was deserted. No trains, no crowds. Nobody except beggars, derelicts and the policecustody dead were cremated there. (78)