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stephaniekrebs's review against another edition
emotional
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
4.75
Content Warnings
Graphic: Violence, Islamophobia, Medical content, Religious bigotry, and Injury/Injury detail
Moderate: Cancer and Stalking
oz2021's review against another edition
emotional
informative
reflective
sad
fast-paced
3.75
Content Warnings
Graphic: Gore, Physical abuse, Violence, Medical content, Medical trauma, and Injury/Injury detail
Minor: Religious bigotry and Stalking
eve81's review against another edition
Content Warnings
Graphic: Violence, Blood, Medical content, Stalking, and Injury/Injury detail
Content warning for attempted murderkjboldon's review against another edition
reflective
slow-paced
2.0
I am happy for Salman that he survived and sounds happy in his life and marriage, and happy for those who love him that he's alive.
I wish I found this a better book. I found it riddled with tired cliches, especially about his wife. In one sentence he says she and he bopped at a rock concert. I felt like he was writing as if magnanimous about her writing and her art, but felt an undercurrent of condescension and sexism running through it. And that condescension was greatly magnified when he tried to imagine a dialogue between himself and his would-be assassin.
Reading that section I sometimes had to stop, and I sometimes flinched from the page, at the arrogance and ego of Rushdie, even while I could tell he was doing his best to be empathic, and thought he was being magnanimous.
Terrorism is wrong, death threats are wrong and what happened to Rushdie was a tragedy. But this book didn't strike me as insightful or empathic, a complaint I've had with his other writing. It affirmed for me that he is not an artist whose work moves me.
Go in peace and love, Salman and your family. I'm sorry for what happened to you.
I wish I found this a better book. I found it riddled with tired cliches, especially about his wife. In one sentence he says she and he bopped at a rock concert. I felt like he was writing as if magnanimous about her writing and her art, but felt an undercurrent of condescension and sexism running through it. And that condescension was greatly magnified when he tried to imagine a dialogue between himself and his would-be assassin.
Reading that section I sometimes had to stop, and I sometimes flinched from the page, at the arrogance and ego of Rushdie, even while I could tell he was doing his best to be empathic, and thought he was being magnanimous.
Terrorism is wrong, death threats are wrong and what happened to Rushdie was a tragedy. But this book didn't strike me as insightful or empathic, a complaint I've had with his other writing. It affirmed for me that he is not an artist whose work moves me.
Go in peace and love, Salman and your family. I'm sorry for what happened to you.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Hate crime, Violence, Blood, Islamophobia, Medical content, Religious bigotry, Medical trauma, Stalking, and Injury/Injury detail