Paperback, 561 pages
English language
Published Feb. 24, 1997 by Picador USA.
Just before dawn one winter's morning, a hijacked jetliner explodes above the English Channel. Through the falling debris, two figures, Gibreel Farishta, the biggest star in India, and Saladin Chamcha, an expatriate returning from his first visit to Bombay in fifteen years, plummet from the sky, washing up on the snow-covered sands of an English beach, and proceed through a series of metamorphoses, dreams, and revelations. --back cover
I read this a number of years ago. I didn't fully understand it at the time, but I've had a lot of time to digest it. It's a critique on Islam and not always favorable.
I listened to a fantastic old audio book version of The Satanic Verses. Somebody digitised it from a series of old cassette tapes and put it on the internet (thank you). I am not sure if it is the voice of Salman Rushdie himself, whoever it is, I would like to thank him so much for this brilliant work. 22 hours of listening pleasure during my walks to and from work.
I always thought that this was a very serious book. But for most parts it is hilarious. It is also long winding, and I must admit that at some parts I dozed off, simply enjoying the very pleasant sound of the narrator’s voice.
Absolutely incredible. Took me ages to read but what a spectacular achievement. A wild story and deep reflections on the nation and religion, identity and myth. Some of the gender dynamics are a bit dated these days but otherwise absolutely bang on. Well worth a fatwa or two
I found this book enchanting, deep, and insightful in socio-political issues. The vast ground he covers in subject matter, culture and geography are really admirable.
Given the track record of religious fanatics, it is only natural that they will want him to be killed. Although I think, the matter escalated quickly not because he dared to depict a prophet as a human being but because he created a character very much like Ayatollah.
