Johnny Vodka
The Abominable Scotsman
I've never actually read any of his books. Tempted now.
Another religious nutjob.Hell, if there is one.
Yes, me too, if only to see what all the fuss is about.I've never actually read any of his books. Tempted now.
The isle of sheppy show no mercyBlackpool would learn'em proper.
You won't see what all the fuss is about by reading the book. The fuss was created by a bunch of people who did not read it.Yes, me too, if only to see what all the fuss is about.
Hell, if there is one.
Rot where?
You won't see what all the fuss is about by reading the book. The fuss was created by a bunch of people who did not read it.
if he still alive this long after being stabbed in the neck
its about as positive an outcome as you can expect
we will find out in the next few hours
Read the full article here.Sometimes, you just have to shake your head to clear it and look again. Did he really write that? So it was when I read a review in the Independent by Sean O’Grady of The Satanic Verses: 30 Years On, a BBC documentary on the Rushdie affair and its legacy.
But, yes, in the last paragraph, he really wrote: “Rushdie’s silly, childish book should be banned under today’s anti-hate legislation. It’s no better than racist graffiti on a bus stop. I wouldn’t have it in my house, out of respect to Muslim people and contempt for Rushdie, and because it sounds quite boring. I’d be quite inclined to burn it, in fact.”
Even in today’s censorious, don’t-give-offence climate, there is something startling in the casualness with which the associate editor of a national newspaper can proudly proclaim himself a would-be book-burner and book-banner…
Another religious nutjob.
Good piece, as usual from Malik.Here’s another piece on the impact of Rushdie’s Satanic Verses, 30 years after its publishing, from Kenan Malik for the Guardian:
Read the full article here.
The significance of the confrontation, however, as Azhar deftly draws out, lay less in what Rushdie wrote than in what the novel came to symbolise. There’s a scene in The Satanic Verses in which one of the characters, Saladin Chamcha, is incarcerated in an immigration detention centre. The inmates have all been turned into monsters. “How?” Saladin wonders. “They have the power to describe,” comes the reply, “and we succumb to the pictures they construct.”
Rushdie was writing of how racism demonises its Others. He could equally have been describing the way the conflict over his novel created its own monsters.
Jorge Luis Borges is my favourite. Love Haruki Murakami & Angela Carter tooI hope he makes it, after all these years it must have seemed safe.
Yes, preferred Moor's Last Sigh. Him and Arundhati Roy are the only magic realism I recall enjoying.
I used to have a lot of time for Milan Kundera, although I struggle to re-read him now. Although that could be because the internet has shot my attention span.Jorge Luis Borges is my favourite. Love Haruki Murakami & Angela Carter too
Although ironically enough the vast majority of people who have actually read The Satanic Verses probably have.Like for LBJ's post despite suspecting that the vast majority of people haven't even heard of magic realism.
I've heard of magic realism and read TSV. Not a fan of either tbh. (Read a few of his books and just not really my thing.)Although ironically enough the vast majority of people who have actually read The Satanic Verses probably have.
I've read Midnight's Children and started TSV but didn't finish it. At some point in my life, this stuff, along with the likes of García Márquez and Saramago, felt like something I ought to like. But actually, I often just find it a bit tiresome.I've heard of magic realism and read TSV. Not a fan of either tbh. (Read a few of his books and just not really my thing.)
Garcia Marquez always sent me scurrying for some kind of lightweight(ish) thriller or something after ploughing through 50-100 pages. It was then that I started to think, 'Maybe I'm not some kind of working class intellectual/ semi-genius after all.'I've read Midnight's Children and started TSV but didn't finish it. At some point in my life, this stuff, along with the likes of García Márquez and Saramago, felt like something I ought to like. But actually, I often just find it a bit tiresome.
Nobody writes to the colonel.Garcia Marquez always sent me scurrying for some kind of lightweight(ish) thriller or something after ploughing through 50-100 pages. It was then that I started to think, 'Maybe i'm not some kind of working class intellectual/ semi-genius after all.
90% of copies of the satanic verses languish unread on bookshelves pending their removal to charity shops who then send all but the first editions for pulpingThey all sound fucking boring, who actually reads this shit?
News of a Kidnapping is quite interesting from a recentish history POV though some of it is a bit . Non-fiction mind.Nobody writes to the colonel.
Very good and very short and no funny business.
I wouldn't bother with much else tbh unless you really do like magical realism.