My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I can’t really write a review because I gave up about halfway into this book. I will say that I was curious as to its content from the uproar it caused when it was first published. Instead of a daring novel I found an incomprehensible pile of mush. It’s like a schizophrenic (no insult to schizophrenics intended) poured their internal thoughts into a book. It’s just a series of poorly written and unlinked ideas strewn together with no attempts at cohesion.
Like a sucker I kept reading, waiting for it to make some semblance of sense. By the time I got to the part where the characters started turning into grotesque animalistic creatures for no particular reason then I gave up.
Throughout the book I kept thinking about the line from ‘Billy Madison’ where the principal says, “Mr. Madison, what you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.”
I know some people might say I’m not smart enough, that I just don’t get what Rushdie was trying to do here. Hey maybe they’re right. Or maybe some people in an attempt to appear smart will pretend like they really get what’s going on but in reality are clueless. I don’t know and I don’t care. This book, at least the first half, was absolutely horrendous.
If you really want to attempt to read this babbling, then may God have mercy on your soul.