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review â Fury Author Salman Rushdie 105 ´ Life is fury Fury — sexual Oedipal political magical brutal — drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths This is what we are what we civilize ourselves to disguise — the terrifying human animal in us the exalted transcendent self destructive untrammelled lord of creation We raise eachK There's a fury within him and he fears he has become dangerous to those he loves He arrives in New York at a time of unprecedented plenty in the highest hour of America's wealth and power seeking to ‘erase’ himself Eat me America he prays and give me peaceBut fury is all around him Cab drivers spout invective A serial killer is murdering women with a lump of concrete The petty spats and bone deep resentments of the metropolis engulf him His own thoughts emotions and desires meanwhile are also running wild A young. An irredeemable piece of garbage Sloppy and uninteresting filled with trite observations and vapid transparent characters bumbling around in a lame social satire that amounts to nothing deeper or insightful than whatever you and your friends might say about celebrity culture while watching Entertainment Tonight For instance Celebrity's are stupid There are important things in the world Hey you're Salman Rushdie Even Rushdie's lauded language can't get him out of the stink pit he dug himself into here because his virtuosity is in reality verbosity and his extended metaphors only serve his own obnoxious pompous voice and idiot characters rather than any kind of compelling narrative I only finished this book because I was on an island in the Philippines I would have thrown it into the ocean but for my respect of the Filipino people and oceans in generalI had forgotten how much I hated this book until I saw it on my shelf this morning Seeing it there eating up valuable space I began to hate myself terribly But still not as much as I hate this book

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Woman in a D'Angelo baseball cap is in store Also another woman with whom he will fall in love and be drawn towards a different fury whose roots lie on the far side of the world Fury is a work of explosive energy at once a pitiless and pitch black comedy a profoundly disturbing inuiry into the darkest side of human nature and a love story of mesmerising force It is also an astonishing portrait of New York Not since the Bombay of Midnight's Children have a time and place been so intensely and accurately captured in a nov. If you are a fan of the band Neutral Milk Hotel andor Rock Plaza Central you’re familiar with the way some of the songs descend into a glorious cacophonous mess at the end similar to The Beatles song “A Day in the Life” What seems to be a chaotic aural blend of instrumentation somehow works; it’s pleasing to the ear When I started Salman Rushdie’s Fury I had the same hope for it that somehow the jumbled chaos of characters settings and events would evolve into a story not simply understandable but beautiful and not beautiful in spite of its flaws but because of them Unfortunately I couldn’t have been wrongRushdie’s exegesis on the supposed furies that we all feel hinges on his protagonist Malik Solanka an Indian philosophy professor who previously lived in England but moved to The Big Apple when he suddenly found himself standing over his wife and children with a carving knife He became famous in England for making dolls specifically one called “Little Brain” a little girl puppet who interviews famous philosophers The show became a huge success Solanka sells out to commercial producers and this ultimately leads to his fury Oh and did I mention that he drinks A lot He’s not the most likable fellow on whom to pin a story; not that protagonists need to be likable look at Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky hell almost anything by an Eastern European author but they do need to be engrossing and sadly Solanka just isn’t Indeed every character in this book is simply a cardboard cutout Lifeless and un interesting And then there are the numerous sub plots the murders of NYC women for example that are never completely realized or related to Solanka so I uestion what they are even doing in the storyI understand that this is supposed to be satirical that Rushdie is poking fun at contemporary American life among the intellectual and the wealthy I also understand that he is playing with our conception of the furies female spirits of justice and vengeance of ancient Greek and Roman mythology “Life is fury Fury—sexual oedipal political magical brutal—drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths This is what we are what we civilize ourselves to disguise—the terrifying human animal in us the exalted transcendent self destructive untrammeled lord of creation We raise each other to the heights of joy We tear each other limb from bloody limb” Solanka says However good satire is supposed to expose certain profound truths about its subjects and I don’t think Rushdie does this with any success He doesn’t make us feel for his characters in fact the entire story strikes me as a bit misogynistic and he doesn’t make us want to investigate what he is mocking Don’t peg me as a Rushdie hater; I loved Midnight’s Children But this definitely does not do for New York what Midnight’s Children did for Bombay This is a different Rushdie; this Rushdie has embraced certain critics’ views of his work the critics who praise him for doing things with style and language that no one else can accomplish and say that this makes up for his somewhat loose grip on plot and character development It’s almost as if he took these reviews as a personal challenge to see how far he could go before readers noticed that he’s just fucking with us And the result sucks

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Fury Author Salman RushdLife is fury Fury sexual Oedipal political magical brutal drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths This is what we are what we civilize ourselves to disguise the terrifying human animal in us the exalted transcendent self destructive untrammelled lord of creation We raise each other to the heights of joy We tear each other limb from bloody limbMalik Solanka historian of ideas and dollmaker extraordinary steps out of his life one day abandons his family without a word of explanation and flees to New Yor. Absolutely terrible I detested it immensely Probably the worst novel I've ever read Got hold of a pre owned copy for only 50p and still felt completely ripped off Can't see myself reading Rushdie again unless I'm paid to do so