Salman Rushdie’s memoir, Joseph Anton, is an operatic 650 pages, an embrace of continents and countries, India, Europe, America; a roll in the dirt and shine of humanity, literature, art, love, children, freedom, courage and vulnerability, ugliness and beauty.
It took me two months to wander across these pages. I paused often to consider and reconsider the sentences,words, people, sensibility and many-sided truths revealed therein. I underlined and bracketed and dotted margins with asterisks. There is so much in this story to cherish, question and love.
Thank you, Mr. Rushdie, for taking me into your world, for opening up your universe so that I might see differently.