"Some days he walked along the banks of the river that smelled of shit... The ones that survived suffered from fin-rot and had broken out in boils."

Roy describes a very different Ayemenem than the one that contemporary tourism boards wish to describe. For her, however, I feel that the Ayemenem described in this extract is the one post-Sophie Mol's death and post the destruction of the lives that inhabited it. These remnants of scattered lives and the downward spiral on which they found themselves from the moment of Sophie Mol's death, are exemplified in the decay and absurd reminders of the once-idyllic setting of the Ayemenem house and river.