LOVE- BARENBOIM
MATERIAL/AESTHETIC LOVE
She lay in it in her yellow Crimplene bell-bottoms with her hair
in a ribbon and her Made-in-England go-go bag that she loved.
BODY
He loved its locadon. And that faint, uncertain jumping, just under her skin.
ACTION
Given to him in love.
SEX
But when they made love he was offended by her eyes.
EMOTION
When she was eighteen, Baby Kochamma fell in love with a handsome young Irish monk, Father Mulligan, who was in Kerala for a year on deputation from his seminary in Madras.
To love him just
by looking at him.
Two years later, Baby Kochamma returned from Rochester with a diploma in Ornamental Gardening, but more in love with Father Mulligan than ever.
LOVE AS OBJECT.
The flower she loved the
most was the anthurium. Anthunum andmeanum.
The reason for this sudden, unceremonious dumping was a new
love.
Baby Kochamma loved their shiny clothes and the smart,
bitchy repartee.
Baby Kochamma loved the Ayemenern house and cherished the
furniture that she had inherited by outliving everybody else.
BOUND LOVE
They all tampered with
the laws that lay down who should be loved and how.
That it really began in the days when the Love Laws were made.
The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how.
And how much.
She liked to believe that he had
never loved her in the first place. (negative)
ABSTRACT
It was held together by a Love-in-Tokyo\x97two beads on a rubber band, nothing to do with Love or Tokyo.
COMMERCIAL LOVE
In Kerala, Love-in-Tokyos have
withstood the test of time, and even today if you were to ask for one
at any respectable A-1 Ladies' Store, that's what you'd get.
Ammu didn't pretend to be in love with
him.
Later, looking back
on the day, Ammu realized that the slightly feverish glitter in her
bridegroom's eyes had not been love, or even excitement at the
prospect of carnal bliss, but approximately eight large pegs of
whiskey.
Later, looking back
on the day, Ammu realized that the slightly feverish glitter in her bridegroom's eyes had not been love, or even excitement at the prospect of carnal bliss, but approximately eight large pegs of whiskey.
In a conversation
with friends he would talk about how much he loved smoked
salmon when Ammu knew he hated it.
their willingness to love people
who didn't really
love them exasperated her and sometimes made her want to hurt themjust as an education, a protection. (negative)
Occasionally, when Ammu listened to songs that she loved on the
radio, something stirred inside her
It was this that grew inside her, and eventually led her to love by night the man her children loved by day.
She had managed to persuade herself over the
years that her unconsummated love for Father Mulligan had been
entirely due to her restraint and her determination to do the right
thing. (negative)
And as for a divorced daughter from a love marriage, well, words could not describe Baby Kochamma's outrage.
Ammu told the twins that Mammachi was
crying more because she was used to him than because she loved
him.
That they
would cross the river and be where they weren't supposed to be,
with a man they weren't supposed to love.
"On -what
basis?" Mammachi loved to tell the story (Chacko's story) of how
one of the dons at Oxford had said that in his opinion, Chacko was
brilliant, and made of prime ministerial material.
Estha had, and
when he did, his skin grew hot and shiny, and his eyes helpless and
beautiful, and Ammu loved him more than usual. (Estha)
Estha had, and when he did, his skin grew hot and shiny, and his eyes helpless and
beautiful, and Ammu loved him more than usual.
With a fountain in a Love-in-Tokyo and
yellow-rimmed red plastic sunglasses.
They
loved the way wood, in Velutha's hands, seemed to soften and be-
come as pliable as Plasticine.
Ammu felt a sudden clutch of love for her reserved, dignified little son in his beige and pointy shoes, who had just completed his first adult assignment. She ran loving fingers through his hair.(Estha)
Ammu explained to Estha and Rahel that people always loved best what they Identified most with.
Ammu explained to Estha and Rahel that people always loved best what they Identified most with.
He pretended not to love them, but he did. (negative)
He loved them.
UNCERTAIN LOVE
He's just held the Orangedrink Lemondrink Man's soo-soo in his hand, but could you love him still? (Estha)
Oh Baron von Trapp, Baron von Trapp, could you love the little fellow with the orange in the smelly auditorium? (estha)
Tilting upwards with her fountain in a Love-
in-Tokyo?
Could you love her too? (Rahel)
I cannot love them. (negative)
A fountain in a Love-in-Tokyo.
"When you hurt people, they begin to love you less.
They make people love you a little less."
A little less her Ammu loved her.
He knew that if Ammu found out about what he had done
with the Orangedrink Lemondrink Man, she'd love him less as well.
She loved not being the cause of ill-feeling.
But now that Estha
wasn't well and Love had been re-apportioned (Ammu loved her a
little less), Rahel would have to sleep with Chacko, and Estha with
Ammu and Baby Kochamma.
"Goodnight," Estha said, too sick to love his sister.
She, a forlorn, stubby
convict in striped pajamas and a Fountain in a Love-in-Tokyo.
In bed, Rahel took off her Love-in-Tokyo and put it by her sun-
glasses.
Three weeks later, Margaret his wife, his only love, had
cried and told him about Joe.
Chacko marveled at how someone so small and undefined, so vague in her resemblances, could so completely command the attention, the love, the sanity, of a grown man.
"Chacko, do you love Sophie Mol Most in the World?"
"Chacko, do you love Sophie Mol Most in the World?"
Is it Necessary that people HAVE to love their own children Most in the World?"
Or for
you to love me more than Sophie Mol for example?"
"Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy." (2)
Fierce bands of love tightened around his chest until he could barely breathe.
RECEIVED LOVE
Halted, bell-bottomed and Loved from the Beginning.
A little less her mother loved her.
The Arrivals Lounge was a press of love and eagerness, because the Bombay-Cochin flight was the flight that all the Foreign Returnees came home on.
Their families had come to meet them.
Insect.
In her stiff lace dress and her fountain in a Love-in-Tokyo, Rahel
looked like an Airport Fairy with appalling taste.
With love and a lick of shame that their families who had come to meet them were so...so . . . gawkish.
When long bus journeys, and overnight stays at the airport, were met by love and a lick of shame, small cracks appeared, which
She carried her Made-in-England go-
go bag that she loved.
Rahel watched hawk-eyed to try
and gauge how much Ammu loved Sophie Mol, but couldn't.
Adoor Basi, the most popular, best-loved comedian in
Malayalam cinema, had just arrived (Bombay-Cochin).
Ammu loved her even less now.
"Because you're our Ammu and our Baba and you love us Double."
"Who d'you love Most in the World?" Rahel asked Sophie Mol.
She revised it constantly, torn forever between love and duty.
"A man we love,"
Loved.
What d'you love me for?"
"And anyway, I
don't love you." (negative)
"Sophie loves
pineapple, don't you Soph?"
For a Little Ammu with Love from Estha and Rahel and we gave it to
The way she used Kipling to love her children before putting them to bed:
She was their Ammu and their Baba and she had loved them
Double.
Her only Love.
Disjuncted sex from love.
Disjuncted sex from love.
Crumpled yellow bell-bottoms and a go-go bag that was loved.
Crumpled yellow bell-bottoms and a go-go bag that was loved.
Where the Love
Laws lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.
With Fountains in Love-in-
Tokyos.
An hour after the
lights went out, disdaining Mammachi's frightened pleading, little
Ammu crept back into the house through a ventilator to rescue her
new gumboots that she loved more than anything else.
Sophie Mol, batted bell-bottomed and Loved from the Beginning, walked out of the Play to see
what Rahel was doing behind the
One Loved.
One Loved a Little Less.
Informed Chacko that even though he was her Real Father,
she loved him less thanJoe
The smell of vinegar and asafetida stung his
nostrils, but Estha was used to it, loved it.
Rahel stood in the empty factory with her Fountain in a Love-in-
Tokyo.
That
the ones he craved most of all, the dreams he loved re-dreaming,
were the tender dreams of two-egg twins.
That
the ones he craved most of all, the dreams he loved re-dreaming,
were the tender dreams of two-egg twins.
With His Fountain in a
Love-in-Tokyo?
He loved them without knowing it.
If he touched her he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if be spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought be couldn't win.
Ammu, resting under the skin of her dream, observed them and ached with her love for them.
It was the story of a poor girl who is forced to marry a fisherman from a neighboring beach, though she loves someone else.
The song
that fisherwomen sang to the sad young bride as they braided her
hair and prepared her for her wedding to a man she didn't love. (negative)
A pianist killing the piano keys. Even the black
ones. And Rahel (though years later, in the Electric Crematorium, she would use the slipperiness of sweat to slither out of Chacko's grasp) loved them both. The player and the piano.
RECIPROCAL LOVE
"Promise me you'll always love each other,"
As though the intelligence
that decodes life's hidden patterns--that connects reflections to images, glints to light, weaves to
fabrics, needles to thread, walls to
rooms, love to fear to anger to remorse--was suddenly lost.
In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds
love, who doesn't.
In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds
love, who doesn't.
He laughs
at it because he loves it.
His Love
She invoked the Love Laws.
Who made love to her with a passion that took her
breath away.
She was perhaps too young to realize that
what she assumed was her love for Chacko was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.
What Chacko loved most about her was her
self-sufficiency.
He loved the fact that Margaret Kochamma didn't cling to him.
That she was uncertain about her feelings for him.
He loved
the way she would sit up naked in his bed, her long white back
swiveled away from him, look at her watch and say in her practical
way "Oops, I must be off."
He loved the way she wobbled to work
every morning on her bicycle.
He was deeply in love with his love for Margaret Kochamma and had no room in his heart for anyone else.
FAMILIAL
She assured him thatJoe made a wonderful, caring father and that Sophie Mol loved him dearly--facts that gladdened and saddened Chacko in equal measure.
For Chacko it was a way, the only
way, of remaining in touch with the mother of his child and the only
woman he had ever loved.
For Chacko it was a way, the only
way, of remaining in touch with the mother of his child and the only
woman he had ever loved.
An old Paravan, who had seen the Walking
Backwards days, torn between Loyalty and Love.
Valued, loved, and needed more than ever.
I love you I love you.
I love you I love you.
Once he was
dead, Baby Kochamma stripped Father Mulligan of his ridiculous
saffron robes and re-clothed him in the Coca-Cola cassock she so
loved.
His love.
In the back verandah of the History House, as the man they loved was smashed and broken, Mrs. Eapen and Mrs. Rajagopalan, Twin Ambassadors of God-knows-what, learned two new lessons.
All three of them
bonded by the certain, separate knowledge that they had loved a man to death.
Nothing that (in Mammachi's book) would separate
Sex from Love.
Only that once again they broke the Love Laws.
That lay down
who should be loved. And how. And how much.
Sophie Mol. Hatred, bell-bottomed and Loved from the Begin-
ning.
A little more her
mother loved her.
A little more her
mother loved her.
If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her be couldn't leave, if he spoke be couldn 't listen, if he fought he couldn't win.
Because it smoothed the wrinkles, the fumble and
rush of unfamiliar love and roused them to fever pitch.
Leaving a boat-shaped patch of bare dry earth, cleared and ready
for love.
their Love, their Madness, their Hope,
their Infinnate Joy),
They grew to
love his eclectic taste.
Ammu smiled to herself in the dark, thinking how much she loved his arms-
They loved the fact that the brown of the backs of
their hands was the exact brown of their mother's stomach skin.
"just for example, is it possible
that Ammu can love Sophie Mol more than me and Estha?