I got about 1/2 way through this book. I think it was the video-game world that got to me. I love children's books and I love fantasy and this book was well written so I should have loved it--but I didn't. I rarely don't finish books. In fantasy you move along with the character willing them ...
ini adalah sekuel dari novel 'harun dan samudera dongeng'.berbanding dgn samudera dongeng yg pengembaraannya menyayat hati dan perasaan, novel berjudul 'luka(nama seorang anak)dan api kehidupan' adalah sebuah karya fantasi yg menyerempet dan kabur dan langsung absurd dan membosankan.kisahnya kali...
Ok, I sort of didn't realize that this was technically a children's books. I also didn't actually realize Rushdie even wrote books for children. That said, the main difference between this and Rushdie's other novels for adults is that there are no scenes of erotic intimacy, less death and destr...
a smart young lady trying to find herself in California. the assassination of her father - America's counterterrorism chief. a portrait of Kashmir before all the ugliness and horror. the life of a man: lawyer, Jew, printer, resistance fighter, diplomat, husband, lover, father. a portrait of Kashm...
“Nose and knees and knees and nose” – part of a prophecy about the unborn narrator. A few days after reading this, I was fortunate to be in the Acropolis Museum, and was struck by a collection of three bas-reliefs that were just of knees. Coupled with the relative lack of whole noses on some of t...
Salman Rushdie uses excessive language to cloud discordant plots, has a part-time occupation of scouring the news to write op-eds about evil Muslim organizations he reads about, and is obsessed with celebrity.Rushdie strangles his plot in The Satanic Verses by hitching every development to a forc...
Salman Rushdie's latest novel is like a mine in which there are a few wonderful gems, but you have to dig through a lot of other stuff to get to them. This is, for example, yet another novel about an alienated middle-aged male intellectual and his sexual obsessions. That's a vein that surely has ...
This is an excellent look at the Sandinista revolution and historical period from the perspective of a great and objective mind. Rushdie didn't go as a booster of Nicaragua, and though he remains skeptical throughout the book about press censorship, he ends up very impressed with the movement ove...
Short Take: A 600-page love song to the beauty of impermanence.If my usual choice of literature is candy, The Ground Beneath Her Feet is a 12-course meal, and I consumed it gluttonously, shamelessly, simultaneously wanting to rush to the next bite, and to savor the current taste. The interweavi...
The Moor’s Last Sigh is a colorful, hard-hitting excursion into India. Squeezed into a paperback, it spans nearly a century, and through the tumultuous history of the Zogoibys as they enlarge their pepper trade in Cochin (wasn’t it with spices, the ‘hot’ pepper that it all started?) to a national...
I read 'The Prophet’s Hair' by Salman Rushdie from this book, and it has a good theme, but a very dark meaning. The story is written in Magic Realism like many other works by Rushdie. The story line and the way Rushdie is portrayed it is extremely negative. It shines a dark shadow on any form of ...
I read "Commonwealth Literature Does Not Exist," "Hobson-Jobson," "Is Nothing Sacred?" and "Why I have Embraced Islam." I must say, I actually prefer reading Rushdie's essays to reading his fiction. His narrative voice is more pleasant to me when it's in an essay.Thoughts on each essay:"Commonwea...
For all their permeability, the borders snaking across the world have never been of greater importance. This is the dance of history in our age: slow, slow, quick, quick, slow, back and forth and from side to side, we step across these fixed and shifting lines. —from Part IV With astonishing ran...
'A mixture of science fiction and folktale, past and future, primitive and present-day . . . Thunderous and touching.' Financial Times After drinking an elixir that bestows immortality upon him, a young Indian named Flapping Eagle spends the next seven hundred years sailing the seas with the ble...
The world of an Angela Carter short story is a world at once fantastic and familiar. Tigers, werewolves and other beasts stalk through; Bluebeard, Red Riding Hood and Puss-in-Boots perform new, startling acts. Hollywood, pantomime, the fairground, Shakespearean comedy all lend their forms to have...
A tall, yellow-haired young European traveller calling himself 'Mogor dell'Amore', the Mughal of Love, arrives at the court of the real Grand Mughal, the Emperor Akbar, with a tale to tell that begins to obsess the whole imperial capital. The stranger claims to be the child of a lost Mughal princ...
‘Ah,’ said the security guard, admitting me to a courtyard of old trees surrounded by spacious verandahs, ‘el escritor hindú.’ Spanish uses hindú to mean ‘Indian’; the construction de la India, which seemed OK to me, sounded stilted to Nicaraguan ears. So during my stay I became the hindú writer,...
at an hour of the morning at which I’m usually barely capable of speech. Although I must say that after my recent American book tour, 9:00 A.M. feels like child’s play. On one January day in Chicago I found myself sitting up in President Reagan’s hotel bed—I should say not at the same time as Pre...
The Mijas expat tribe whispered that he was probably an ex-Nazi because he had ended up in South America. In fact he had fled Germany in the 1930s to Argentina to escape the Nazis. One day in Buenos Aires he had been summoned to take photographs of Eva Perón, “one of four photographers,” the Peró...
Their childhoods slipped into the water and were lost, the piers built of memories on which they once ate candy and pizza, the boardwalks of desire under which they hid from the summer sun and kissed their first lips. The roofs of houses flew through the night sky like disoriented bats, and the a...
229 look up from his work, because it seemed to him that the cabin shimmered and dissolved, and then he was standing like a shadow on the wall of the Hyder residence, at night, watching the figure of Bilquis Hyder, veiled as usual in a head-to-toe black burqa, moving towards him down a darkened c...
‘I wonder if this one will go wrong, too.’ He didn’t have to wonder for long. ‘By the way,’ Blabbermouth said casually. ‘I took the little liberty, at a certain Water Genie’s express request, of removing, from under your pillow, the Disconnecting Tool which you stole without so much as a by-your-...