Saturday, October 08, 2005

The Rushdie Complex

Mr. Rushdie
a small man, serious balding and with a unrepentant cold. Only in Academia would you pay $35 to see an hour long conversation with a guy this ugly. I think he needs to work on getting some stage nymphs or at the very least to free our minds of the line between beauty and not beauty, some free beer. Luckily I forgot my glasses, so most of the time this powerful voice, this wanted man, this apparently dangerous soul just appeared as an undistinguished blob in the distance. A weak man tonight, balding with a runny nose, a tissue in his right hand and his age beginning to show.

He read from his new book, Shalimar the Clown, quite beautifully I might add. Sounds wonderful really, I highly recommend what I heard from it.

He was asked a question about the hodge podge of cultures he grew up around while in India, then in London and now in LA and what it has done for his use of language. He responded quickly with, “Well, LA hasn't done like a thing for my English." A chuckle.
So true, a little sun and surf and then slow down and then words begin to slur and then dude….

When asked what he thought of muslim revert, Cat Stevens aka Yusuf Islam at one point he said “He’s an asshole.” Cat Stevens said in a British television program back in the time of Satanic Verses that rather than go to a demonstration to burn an effigy of Rushdie, "I would have hoped that it'd be the real thing.”

Recently asked my Muslim guide, the syrian with a beard what he thought of the call to kill Rushdie back in ’89. He said “no, no, no, that was a bad idea.” ….in the back of my head, “see what are they talking about extremism, hah.” …he interrupts my thought, “I would have made it much more quiet, waited for him outside his place, there’s really no need for a fatwa to accomplish that.”

Islam 1 Me 0.

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