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Fury by Salman Rushdie

booklywookly's review against another edition

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5.0

I am always angry. Sometimes justifiably so. The other times, for no apparent reason. Stupid people anger me. Clever people enrage me. Lack of civic sense on roads makes me furious. Strong headlights, loud horns, inconsiderate drivers, they send me into a rage. The carelessness of youth irritates me. The misery of years to come by infuriates me. Square pegs in round holes don’t humor me. Assholes anger me. Incompetent colleagues irk me. Your pathetic attention span riles me up. You asking the same question gets on my nerves. My own imposter syndrome makes me furious. This country, this city, its noise, its people, its dysfunctional security cams, its rejection of beauty over utility builds up this great fury inside of me, ready to burst at seams.

Sometimes I am almost that cynic grampa who shouts at clouds with a raised fist, and the realization of it angers me. 

Professor Solanka is a man with a short fuse. He is a nasty bitter old Cambridge-educated millionaire. He is furious at everything, angered by everyone. He is depressed, unhappy, deeply unsatisfied and unfulfilled despite his massive riches. He finds himself by his wife’s bedside with a knife in his hand. Afraid of himself, he fears for the people he love. He deserts his whole life and fled to America, the great devourer, ready to be devoured, hopeful he can lose himself and his demons to it, only to be forced to confront himself. Professor Solanka is now furious at America. 

Solanka is Salman Rushdie. 
Solanka is me, minus that millionaire part. 

I loved it. And I get it why some won’t like Fury. It reads like a self indulging noir fantasy written by a man set in contemporary times. The damsels are young, beautiful, with questionable life choices and ready to throw themselves at our self wallowing binge drinking obnoxious SOB who needs some “fixing”. 

This is a peak 2001 contemporary novel. There are so many events and references that reading now may invoke nostalgia, or just leave you clueless in the absence of any context. A very “if you know you know” feeling. 

P.S. Me searching for synonyms of “anger” for this post has, oh well, angered me 🤣

kjmil's review against another edition

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challenging slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Loveable characters? No

3.25

angeladobre's review against another edition

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5.0

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reezy_nu's review against another edition

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3.0

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aureliano_100's review against another edition

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2.0

I found this quite a laborious read - the story is unique and interesting enough but the lengthy interjections cynically reflecting on society really got in the way of the narrative. The central character Malik Solanka transforms beyond recognition by the end and some of the plot twists are farcical. I don't think I'm cut out for Rushdie - the first and last I'll read of his for a while

franklyfrank's review against another edition

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4.0

".....Solaska marveled, once again, at the human capacity for automorphosis, the transformation of the self, which Americans claimed as their own special, defining characteristic. It wasn't. Americans were always labeling things with the American logo: the American dream, American Buffalo, American Graffiti, American Psycho, American Tune. But everyone else had such things too, and in the rest of the world, the addition of a nationalist prefix didn't seem to add much meaning. English Psycho, Indian Graffiti, Australian Buffalo, Egyptian Dream Chilean Tune. America's need to make things American, to own them, thought Solaska, was the mark of an odd insecurity. Also of course, and more prosaically, capitalist."
Salman Rushdie pgs 55-56.

expatally's review against another edition

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5.0

I don't understand the negative reviews-this book is one of his best. The only downside for me are the references I missed because I wasn't familiar with some of the political or literary references. Rushdie is a brilliant man with a wide range of knowledge on so many topics that it can be hard to keep up with him....but it's so worth the effort.

alinabkl's review against another edition

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challenging dark mysterious tense medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

1.0


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andyirwin89's review against another edition

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3.0

Three stars is a generous review, I can't seem to go hard on Salman Rushdie. This is the fifth Rushdie novel I've read, I'm just glad it wasn't the first.

In places the writing is glorious, but this does little to compensate for spending much of ones's time trying to figure out what is happening and struggling to care. I'm on board with a protagonist who is a bastard with few redeeming features if they make me laugh. Malik Solanka (a half-baked Rushdie self-portrait, by all accounts) is arid and turgid.

The ending is unforgivably clumsy, and the whole thing is self-congratulatory about its misogyny.

ibrareads's review against another edition

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slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

1.0

didn't enjoy the book. Too slow paced for me. The story wasn't that great either.