Skip to main content

The Guardian Reviews Rushdie's Enchantress of Florence.

I can NOT wait to get my filthy mitts on this book:
The essential compatibility of the realistic and the fantastic imagination may explain the success of Rushdie's sumptuous, impetuous mixture of history with fable. But in the end, of course, it is the hand of the master artist, past all explanation, that gives this book its glamour and power, its humour and shock, its verve, its glory. It is a wonderful tale, full of follies and enchantments. East meets west with a clash of cymbals and a burst of fireworks. We English-speakers have our own Ariosto now, our Tasso, stolen out of India. Aren't we the lucky ones?

Comments

  1. Hmm... Haven't had me some Rushdie for awhile now, but this looks enticing enough... What's your fav Rushdie book, Ted?

    ReplyDelete
  2. It's a toss-up between Midnight's Children and Haroun and the Sea of Stories, but granted, I haven't really read much of Rushdie's novels though I have a lot of his books on my TBR pile.

    In fact, I might finally give Satanic Verses a read in light of the recent Fitna furore. With apologies to my Muslim friends, I think Rushdie's reading of an excerpt from this book (can be found on the googliyoutubes) was excellent.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I just finished reading Rushdie's Enchantress and, as usual, it was an exciting and rewarding experience. However, I was frankly a bit shocked at some of the negative reviews that the book received. It seems that many critics have no idea that good literature demands good reading, that to delve in and experience the beauty, the bawd, and the brillance of Rushdie's work, one must put forth some effort. (This is also true of such great writers as Don Delillo, Martin Amis, Will Self, Thomas Pyncheon, and Zadie Smith, among many others.) I'm not saying that a book has to be difficult to be enjoyed, I'm simply asking, what's happened to the state of literature? Or even more alarming, what's happening to the American mind-set? Do we want to waste our lives and fry our brains sitting in front of the idiot box and having all of our thinking dictated to us? Let me know your opinion of these matters.

    ReplyDelete
  4. I wholeheartedly agree with you. Good literature DOES demand good reading.

    The problem I think is that most reviewers tend to review the personality of the author as well as their books. Sometimes a personal dislike towards the author intrudes on the work and that might skew the review a bit.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

REVIEW: Confessions of an Old Boy by Kam Raslan

Kam Raslan's right. In the preface for his new book, Confessions of an Old Boy: The Dato' Hamid Adventures he writes that we've known Dato' Hamid all our lives. Seeing as my own dad is an old boy of MCKK, the people I get to meet when he drags me to an Old Boy function and the people he tells me of, reflect the characters found in Kam's book. It really does feel like I've known Dato' Hamid all my life. Dato' Hamid is a civil servant of the Tunku Abdul Rahman generation. He is the sort of person you rarely see nowadays, a fine example of the anachronistic Malay. This generation, groomed in the ways of the colonial British would be out of place not just in 21st century Malaysia, but in Britain too. And yet, Dato' Hamid, in all his snobbishness and patronising ways, is essentially a Malaysian. Without people like him, our country would probably never exist at all. At least not like we know it now. I'm glad that Kam Raslan decided to capture this ...

Lesson: Commemorative Covers are Lame.

Well, I got the first day cover that commemorates the 35th anniversary of the establishment diplomatic relations between China and Malaysia that I mentioned a couple of posts ago. Except that it's not a first day cover, it's a commemorative cover, which is a slightly different beast. I guess I should read the news article properly next time! The difference between the two is that first day covers are specially-designed envelopes stuck on with specially-designed stamps, and marked with a specially-designed postmark. A commemorative cover is a specially-designed envelope... and that's it. All in all, it's an unremarkable affair, especially if you're used to well-designed first day covers (not that Malaysian first day covers are well-designed... but I digress). Oh sure, a commemorative cover has a stamp printed right on to it but that's just like an overglorified aerogramme. Lame. On the whole, what a disappointment. I haven't been collecting first day cover...

REVIEW: Pinball, 1973 by Haruki Murakami.

UPDATE: My Wind/Pinball review can be found here . ISBN: n/a Publisher: n/a Paperback: 160 pages In Murakami fan circles, simply owning a copy of Pinball, 1973 is a mark of hardcore-ness. Like Hear the Wind Sing before it, Haruki Murakami does not allow English translations of Pinball, 1973 to be published outside of Japan. Back in the 80s, Alfred Birnbaum translated it into English and Kodansha published it as a novel for Japanese students who wanted to improve their English. While the English edition of Hear the Wind Sing continues to be reprinted and sold in Japan (and available for a moderate sum via eBay, see my review ), Kodansha stopped its reprint runs of the English edition of Pinball, 1973 and has now become a collector's item, fetching vast amounts of money on auction sites and reseller stores. Last time I checked, the cheapest copy went for USD$2500. Of course, Murakami addicts or the curious can always download a less than legal PDF of the book, painst...