October 23, 2005
Salman Rushdie's Shalimar the Clown was a book I savored, though not as much as it may seem. Though it took me over a month to finish the book, I misplaced it about a week after starting, and found it only a couple of days ago. The culprit was one of our cats, who knocked the book underneath the bed. Luckily for me, I caught up in the intervening days with all my 52 Books reading through October, so expect a review almost every day until the end of the month, and scattered reviews in the daily shorties of whatever else has crossed my path.
Rushdie's latest novel deals with terrorism, and the book is filled with his graceful prose and powerful insights into the human spirit. Love, war, wealth, and poverty all come together in this novel that is truly a microcosm of today's world, and I relished the book from its first page to its last.
My next book is Persepolis, by Marjane Satrapi.