I'm thinking to myself "Nice going, Rush-boy. You sure know how to keep a girl inter-ested."
Satish:
This cracks me up,didn't know English girls (literary critics at that) have a sense of humor. Thanks for the review.
Alison Roberts
.....Wednesday:
Plan to read Rushdie, but find myself in a bar in Islington.
Thursday:
Another 30 pages in bed and start to get annoyed by Rushdie's arch style. I want to know what happens next (an undoubted bonus in a novel), but am trapped by the literariness of the prose. Rushdie never lets up - there's not a moment at which he allows you to forget that you're engaged in appreciation of his own art......
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Zoe Williams
Columnist
My wrist hurts; The Ground Beneath Her Feet is a heavy book.
Monday: Sex, beauty, death and tequila. Twenty pages in and I'm thinking to myself "Nice going, Rush-boy. You sure know how to keep a girl inter-ested." Then I chance upon the phrase, "I have chosen to tell our story, hers, mine and Ormus Cama's, all of it, every last detail", and I'm paralysed by a sense of acquiescent dread (anyone who's ever been educated beyond their interest - I'm avoiding the word "intelligence" there - will recognise this feeling well) and have to go for a little lie down....
Tuesday:
Charge through chapters two to six like a librarian on heat. This is because I'm skipping boring bits (identifying them by keywords like Agamemnon, Idomeneus and 1942) and cutting straight to more sex (not much, yet), more beauty (still tons), more death (a fair amount) and more tequila (none - that must have been a oneoff).... |
