I quite like Salmon Rushdie, but I agree that a book has to engage you in some way for you to bother reading it. I haven't read that partuicular one, but I do know that trying to give a lucid account of what Rushdie manages to cram into a novel is daunting. But I love his vividness of detail and his marvellously eccentric, unforgettable characters and situations.
But in quite a few cases with his books, I grow weary of his tireless invention and brilliance. Of course I would be the first to admit that the finer details of much of his invective escapes me, just as they must escape anyone not thoroughly familiar with the arcane political and social disputes of contemporary India. There seems something heartless in the succession of betrayals, murders, assassinations and outrages paraded with cheerful cynicism from beginning to end of his books that disturbs me.
But now I'll have to see if I can get hold of The Ground Beneath Her Feet and test my theory.
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Date: 2003-09-05 10:34 am (UTC)But in quite a few cases with his books, I grow weary of his tireless invention and brilliance. Of course I would be the first to admit that the finer details of much of his invective escapes me, just as they must escape anyone not thoroughly familiar with the arcane political and social disputes of contemporary India. There seems something heartless in the succession of betrayals, murders, assassinations and outrages paraded with cheerful cynicism from beginning to end of his books that disturbs me.
But now I'll have to see if I can get hold of The Ground Beneath Her Feet and test my theory.