(subtitled “The Return of the Rushdie)
I wrote it. I wrote it on Goodreads first. I proofed it and poof. Gone as gone can be. I liked that revue. It is not near any surface – it landed deep in a cyber cemetery hidden by the last shot of Cassini falling and the moon revealing the sun almost a month ago. I am beyond bereft. My stomach roils.
Because I never takes notes when I read novels – “The Golden House” was a first. Instead of trying to rewrite my deceased parrot of a review I will simply share the notes I made and hope it inspires you to read this book:
“Bippity bopping, name dropping, tangential direction and hinting at pointless at times (a clever device), over stuffed, polymathic. Quotes by everyone and the personal conceit of a knighted, beknighted, fatwaed, word wizard worthy of Hogwarts.
Layers and layers of images, places, events locales and flights of fantastic meanderings that would not fall apart whether shaken or stirred. So well constructed I smiled and laughed and fell into this Return of the Rushdie – almost sensing’ midnight’s children exhaling the moor’s last sigh’.
I loved it. Just look at the mess of a commentary it inspired in me. My hair is standing on end. The feeling was like a sudden rain with enormous drops. If you read it let me hear your thoughts.
Thank you Sir Salman.