Interesting, that while reading this I was annoyed. I remember the shock of reading about the attack on Rushdie. How ironic it was in such a remote, in the woods (safe?) place, as Chautauqua, in upstate New York. I am frustrated that there is all this talk of the “different Rushdie’s” who could have written about such a horrifying near death experience. How about the raw, vulnerable Rushdie writing it - being honest, human and without an identity to live up to writing it. Rushdie lost vision in one eye and almost his ability to write. Come on, how has it changed him internally? When faced with death, I’d imagine some profound insights emerge.
Interesting, that while reading this I was annoyed. I remember the shock of reading about the attack on Rushdie. How ironic it was in such a remote, in the woods (safe?) place, as Chautauqua, in upstate New York. I am frustrated that there is all this talk of the “different Rushdie’s” who could have written about such a horrifying near death experience. How about the raw, vulnerable Rushdie writing it - being honest, human and without an identity to live up to writing it. Rushdie lost vision in one eye and almost his ability to write. Come on, how has it changed him internally? When faced with death, I’d imagine some profound insights emerge.