This one isn’t to be finished in a morning coffee: Rushdies „Midnight‘s Children“. It took some evenings to come along with and came to an end nownow. The next one is waiting on the chair beneath the counter, „The Satanic Verses“.
And that’s the one, why I ignored Salman Rushdie for so long, since 1988. Perhaps proclaiming a fatwah had contributed more to his publicity than his literary qualities, I thought selfishly.
Excuse me for that Salman, I was so wrong. I discovered his books in January in a second hand bookshop and gave him a chance. And the first „The Golden House“ (2017) turned out a brilliant one. And it is more up to date than ever. What storyteller that man is.
Next was „Shalimar the Clown“ (2005) and again the author casted a spell over me, read it in ecstasy.
Next in middle of March was his second book „Midnight‘s Children“ the best until now, it’s in the list of the 100 best English books of the last century I read today.
Now the Verses are waiting, read a few pages already, met the two angels already as they tumbled down in the Atlantic sea at Great Britain after the Jumbo Jet Bostan flight no AI-420 exploded, bombed by terrorists, what sense of black humour.
All I can say is get your Rushdie today, until it’s to late.
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