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Fury By Salman RushdLlennium van een wereldstad in een tijd van schijnbaar eindeloze welvaart die paradoxaal ook een tijd is van dorheid in het dagelijkse bestaan van veel mensen'. Rushdie wants us to see the fury inside the main character Solanka but what we see is basically a 55 year old man abandoning his wife and kid without saying a word because 'he was afraid he would hurt them' moving to NYC having an affair with a uite young and attractive neighbour and then dumping her as well for an incredibly beautiful also young woman

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READ Fury By Salman Rushdie 107 Ö Thema van de Boekenweek 2001 is 'Het land van herkomst' met als ondertitel 'Schrijven tussen twee culturen' Het Boekenweekgeschenk is dit jaar van een buitenlandse auteur de bekende schrijver Salman Rushdie Het is 'een caleidoscopische roman die een actueel portret schetst van een leven aan het begin van het derde millennium Thema van de Boekenweek 2001 is 'Het land van herkomst' met als ondertitel 'Schrijven tussen twee culturen' Het Boekenweekgeschenk is dit jaar van een buitenla. Eat Me AmericaAnger unaccountable existentially driven psychologically depressing non—directive anger is the subject matter of Fury It is anger without a source and without any definite object pure anger at being alive It is anger that cannot be assuaged by apology or bought off by restitution If one were religious it might be directed toward God in a Job like tirade But in an atheist like Solly Solanka it can only be bottled up and leak out unexpectedly for the most trivial reasonSolly a cosmopolitan native of the sub continent is aware of his paradoxical situation He has no reason to be angry; yet he is This makes him angrier still The world is alien to him Not just the people but also the architecture the food the culture Everything irritates him from the insane chat of the cleaning lady to the trivialities of the gossip mags Every comment every sound every person grates He knows it’s his fault not theirs But does that really matter Solly collects dolls In fact he made a fortune through dolls not by collecting but by creating a best selling one called Little Brain His commercial success has allowed him to bail from his academic Cambridge donnery dondom donnage to join the New York glitterati as a media luvvie This is somewhat strange because one of the few things that Solly knows he is really really angry about is America He hates its foreign policies its garish superficiality its casual racism its self satisfied neediness to make anything worthwhile in the world into a commodity it ownsSolly has escaped Europe precisely because of what America is “America is the great devourer and so I have come to America to be devoured” he says His anger is not even noticed in America where everyone is angry about something and where there are even people like him who are angry about everything Solly is in his element the pseudo sophisticated sham of the Manhattan bien pensant baroue culture of death He doesn’t want to be a part of this culture he wants to be consumed by it as a response to his own self disgustUnfortunately all this anger goes nowhere It is never explained or resolved but peters out in an unfortunate and sordid set of romances Kingsley Amis’s Money covered or less the same ground but with much less hoopla and name dropping As an almost prophetic statement of the psychological situation of the world just prior to 911 I suppose it has merit But as a novel it’s a collection of snappy lines and even snappier digs that goes nowhere

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Ndse auteur de bekende schrijver Salman Rushdie Het is 'een caleidoscopische roman die een actueel portret schetst van een leven aan het begin van het derde mi. I’d known before I picked this up that ‘Fury’ was one of his critically most damned works – despite that warning I gaily went ahead Because I’m simply in love with the genius of that man Of the 4 works I’ve read of his my reactions have ranged from ever growing adoration The Moor’s Last Sigh which I’ve read 9 times in 4 years and will read yet again to reluctant reading The Satanic Verses which has some nuggets of pure brilliance and heady defiance in an otherwise dump of garbage But never have I encountered such a disastrous piece of fiction especially by him Why do I read Rushdie Because I love his verbal density that draws blood under the garb of comic relief and unapologetic Bambaiya forbidden language of lavish absuses Because he deftly weaves complex layers of satire story telling and colonial history into a multi hued carpet full of motif signifiers and signs some of them obscure and some right in your face Because he is irreverent Because nothing is sacred to him Because he boldly says what needs to be said without mincing his words Because he insults where insults need to be thrown Because he is rude crude bitter sharp cynical unbowed unfettered – you cannot control him You cannot deny the truth in his fiction He breathes fire Because he cruelly lifts masks off the Grand Narratives about whoever he picks to star in his works Much of the really beautiful aspects of his works are esoteric – they are references that only people really deeply aware about India can understand so I’m not surprised at non Indians not falling so deeply in love with himI love people like that – who break taboos who make me swallow the bitter tinged filth of my identity when I open my mouth to laugh hard at his explicit expletive laden language Because his language is not just a gimmick to shock and scandalize – read between the lines and there is bitter biting sarcasm political satire loads of historicalcultural references psychological insights into the era of the setting the numerous popular culture references crucial to the shaping of that time It is a rich rich tapestry that is clever deep and entertaining And to many conservatives shamelessly offensive And I love thatBut none of it this time This is not the Rushdie I know and adore It’s almost like a ghost writer penning a Rushdie lookalike a dummy writer forging a pseudo Rushdie and failing miserably This book has no charm no intriguing layers of history culture political commentary vivid picturing of people places and their fetishes Where every single line had a meaning a reference a significance in his other works entire paragraphs here serve to do nothing but fill empty pages It is like someone ate away all the luscious cream from my chocolate truffle gateau leaving only the plain sponge behind mocking me with the erasureIn a word it is bland tasteless almost unmemorable The only time I caught a faint flicker of Rushdie was at the end of Chapter 9 where he attacked an extremely unpleasant aspect of Gandhi every Indian has either chosen to overlook or furiously deny and forget ”Like Gandhi performing his brahmacharya celibacy ‘experiments of truth’ when the wives of his friends lay with him at night to enable him to test the mastery of mind over limb he Solanka preserved the outward form of high propriety; and so did she so did she”The narrative is extremely disinterested even if the change in “trademark” Rushdie style is admitted – it just doesn’t connect with the reader Unlike some of his other works this has neither content nor style Solanka’s motivations even towards the end seem plain unbelievable Eleanor’s sudden appearance Neela’s sacrifice everything in fact seem too dry and contrived The only reason I did not lem this book was that I wanted to know if this ceaseless criticism on the book was justified or if it was plain unacceptance of any methodological deviance from the signature Rushdie styleAll I can say is that it was well deserved and I’m not going to waste my time dwelling on what already other reviewers have pointed out Off to something better