Friday, December 19, 2014
Reader's Diary #1104- Salman Rushdie: The Satanic Verses
Finally, after reading it, I'm a bit envious of Khomeini for having gleaned some meaning from this book. Even if it was the wrong interpretation, at least he was able to form an interpretation.
Rushdie may have also insulted librarians, fathers, and Newfoundlanders for all I could tell. I could make no sense of this book from beginning to end. And at 547 pages, this made for a long, painful experience. Not so painful that I'd issue a death threat, but painful nonetheless. If this is a book for intelligent folks, I'm clearly in Camp Stupid.
At first I was enjoying some of the rhythm and imagery and wordplay. So I wasn't grasping the plot, at least I could look at it and appreciate it as a long poem. Yeah, after a while that grew tedious, too. There's a plane crash, that I know. There's somebody that began to turn into a goat... I think. But it turned out to be a movie... I think. I also see, from Wikipedia (official sponsor of Camp Stupid, or so I'm told), that the Satanic Verses involves magic surrealism and many dream sequences. Oh.
It's checked off my list, for what that's worth.