Two years later, Baby Kochamma returned from Rochester [...]. There was no trace of the slim, attractive girl that she had been. [...] Baby Kochamma had grown extremely large. In fact, let it be said, obese. Even timid little Chellappen Tailor [...] insisted on charging bush-shirt rates for her sari blouses.
Subtle, Roy. Very subtle. Anyway, with novels, it’s hard to draw only a single comic, so I just pick the silliest moment I can, whether it has much to do with the overall story of the book or not. In this case, the comic is marginally relevant to the novel as a whole, but that’s probably a good thing. From what I’ve been able to glean online (I didn’t read the entire book for a single comic strip, sorry), “The God of Small Things” is just unrelentingly depressing – a series of tragic events with absolutely zero hope for joy at the end. Such things aren’t really my cup of tea, no matter how well written they may be.
In any event, I’d like to apologize for missing Thursday’s comic last week. I have no excuse; I just forgot I had to draw it. It was like in school when you show up to class one day and everyone is handing in their homework, and you’re like, “Wait, there was homework last night?” The knowledge that I needed to draw a comic strip had just completely left my brain.