Salman Rushdie
Salman Rushdie
Sir Ahmad Salman Rushdie, FRSL, احمد سلمان رشدی; born 19 June 1947) is a British Indian novelist and essayist. His second novel, Midnight's Children, won the Booker Prize in 1981. Much of his fiction is set on the Indian subcontinent. He combines magical realism with historical fiction; his work is concerned with the many connections, disruptions, and migrations between Eastern and Western civilizations...
NationalityIndian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 June 1947
CityMumbai, India
CountryIndia
For the record, there is a French project to make a theatrical adaptation of The Satanic Verses, so maybe that's a start.
This may be the curse of human race . Not that we are different from one anther , but we are so alike .
The response of anybody interested in liberty is that we all have a say and the ability to have an argument is exactly what liberty is, even though it may never be resolved. In any authoritarian society the possessor of power dictates, and if you try and step outside he will come after you.
It may be that the books that were best liked in your lifetime are not the ones that are best liked 100 years later.
Both are responsible. But I know when I write a book it's my name on the book, so I stand or fall by what I sign. And so must she.
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I used to say: ''there is a God-shaped hole in me.'' For a long time I stressed the absence, the hole. Now I find it is the shape which has become more important.
A purpose of our lives is to broaden what we can understand and say and therefore be.
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Meanwhile, it seems, the world is suffering from compassion fatigue,
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There'll be one track that I like and a lot of it that is just wallpaper and sounds the same.