Thursday, May 8, 2008

Shalimar the Clown: a Novel, by Salman Rushdie

Here we have a book of critical acclaim. All the smart people find it clever and fascinating.

Oh boy.

So I read this in the last few hours stretch of a 25 hour trip returning from Asia. Maybe that's my excuse. Brilliant allegory about the politics of Kashmir are tough when you're eyes are glazed over to begin with. But I'd already used up my easy-reading mystery novels on the way to China.

If interrogated by the pseudo-intellectual police, my excuse will be my travel fatigue. But just between us, I wasn't so impressed by the dense writing.