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3.28 of 5 stars 3.28  ·  rating details  ·  5,815 ratings  ·  355 reviews
Malik Solanka, historian of ideas and dollmaker extraordinaire, steps out of his life one day, abandons his family without a word of explanation, and flees to New York. There's a fury within him, and he fears he has become dangerous to those he loves. He arrives in New York at a time of unprecedented plenty, in the highest hour of America's wealth and power, seeking to 'er ...more
Paperback, 259 pages
Published 2002 by Vintage UK Random House (first published 2001)
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Jan 09, 2008 Dustin added it  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: not even my own worst enemy
Shelves: crappy-books
An irredeemable piece of garbage. Sloppy and uninteresting, filled with trite observations and vapid, transparent characters bumbling around in a lame social satire that amounts to nothing deeper or insightful than whatever you and your friends might say about celebrity culture while watching "Entertainment Tonight". For instance: "Celebrity's are stupid. There are more important things in the world." Hey, you're Salman Rushdie!

Even Rushdie's lauded language can't get him out of the stink-pit h
Lit Bug
I’d known before I picked this up that ‘Fury’ was one of his critically most damned works – despite that warning, I gaily went ahead. Because I’m simply in love with the genius of that man. Of the 4 works I’ve read of his, my reactions have ranged from ever-growing adoration (The Moor’s Last Sigh, which I’ve read 9 times in 4 years and will read yet again) to reluctant reading (The Satanic Verses, which has some nuggets of pure brilliance and heady defiance in an otherwise dump of garbage). But ...more
If you are a fan of the band Neutral Milk Hotel and/or Rock Plaza Central, you’re familiar with the way some of the songs descend into a glorious cacophonous mess at the end (similar to The Beatles song “A Day in the Life”). What seems to be a chaotic aural blend of instrumentation somehow works; it’s pleasing to the ear. When I started Salman Rushdie’s Fury, I had the same hope for it, that somehow the jumbled chaos of characters, settings, and events would evolve into a story not simply unders ...more
While reading the first chapters of this book, I felt like highlighting every line. The sentences were so nicely constructed and the turn of phrases made each line delightful. I thought the whole book would be like this, but it wasn't.
This is not my first Rushdie and ever since I read "Shalimar the Clown" (my first book by Rushdie) which was amazing, I hoped that I would find at least one of his books as good as this one. So far, I haven't. Not even "Midnight Children" was at the height of my ex
Nick Black
Jul 06, 2008 Nick Black marked it as own-might-read  ·  review of another edition
Everything I've heard about this one is terrible. That being said, I got it for $3.95 in first-edition hardback at a Flying J's of all places. I guess those truckers like to get their late Rushdie on while they're gassing up?
You'd want to qoute every single line in this novel.
Venkat Narayanan
This is quite a book. A book of delusions and allusions. It looses its way and gains it and then looses it again. The prose in the earlier parts is angry and suddenly it mellows and mellows and mellows. The novel is like a blistering innings gone vapid by defense, but its not a complete failure but a failure indeed. The brilliance is there somewhere hiding. Maybe the whole damn book is a prelude of something grand, but the grandiose is just a vacant bubble somewhere floating in the cosmos. In my ...more
The overwhelming feeling after reading this book is of an immense waste - of the reader's time, of the writer's undoubted talent and of the multitude of pages on which its printed, which could have been put to much better use. Right from the start, it seems like a pointless book. This feeling remains & intensifies throughout the book and at the end, is confirmed beyond doubt.

The story is about a man in the grip of fury (the reason for which we aren't given until almost the end, and that reas
The 3 stars are a very generous assessment of Fury. I was expecting to not like it, as I had read reviews, and Rushdie himself mention it as one of his worst reviewed books. And I didn't. This is continuous word vomit from page 1 to page 272.

There are threads of plot amidst all the verbal diarrhea posing as FURY. But, they don't come together, and to be honest, I have no idea what they needed to be there for. Let's see. The main character is a philosopher called Malik Solanka, who doesn't do we
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I read this a while back, and I did not love it the way I have loved Rushdie's other work. Perhaps it's brilliant, but I just don't get it.

First, there was the autobiography of a dirty middle-aged man aspect. It turns out much of the book was semi-factual, and Rushdie really did leave his loyal wife who stuck by him through his exile and hiding for a hot young thing (with a scar on her arm - sheesh, we're pushing "semi-autobiographical" here). Well, good for you, but don't act like you're someho
Vignesh Athreya
I dont understand why it has garnered so many negative reviews. Once you plow past the initial few pages of languid storytelling and excessive emphasis on unimportant details, its a truly enthralling read. The narrative vacillates from borderline facetious to a melancholic antipode. Its a given that Rushdie novels are not natural page-turners and require patience and coaxing. But it has paid off for me every single time so far. Even the few instances of irrelevant verbosity is alleviated by the ...more
Fury? A better title might be Impotence, Poor Decision Making or Whiny Discontent, and the old author has a beautiful women chasing him. Uggggggh. Only a few stylistic twists save this one from one star.
Great writing, impossible to follow. Was so glad to be done.
My first Salman Rushdie book and I loved it. He has become one of my favorite authors.

This book is about a cambridge-educated professor who has a messed up childhood and becomes a creator of alternate worlds in his bid to live a better life. His creation becomes wildly popular and lucrative. But in its popularity, he loses control of his creation which combined with his earlier childhood experiences creates a seething fury within him. This latent fury betrays his external successes and echoes t
Having thoroughly enjoyed Midnight's Children, I was eager to sink my teeth into another Rushdie. This novel, however, makes me furious. Barf.

Rushdie's prose is very intelligent; actually, it's academically pretentious throughout, which is challenging to read and disengaging but in all honesty, fun to encounter. It's just that the academic tone really pulls the reader well out of caring for the characters and situations. The first chapter is extremely clever and overtly academic. After this, the
Giving this book three stars is not really fair. It is a very good, but it also could be much better. The problem here is not necessarily what the book does, it conveys itself very well, the problem is that the beginning of the book sets you up for a spectacular and philosophically challenging plot that Rushdie just can't pull off.

Sure the outward storyline flows smoothly and unpredicatably, bouncing the reader through neat unexpected events and witty commentary, but for all its quick cadence an
The least enjoyable of the Rushdie books I've read so far. Unlike, say, The Satanic Verses, the narrative is straightforward, easy to follow and makes little use of fantastic or magical happenings -- but that only seems to make the stranger happenings of the story less believable.

I liked the protagonist, Malik Solanka, but every other character, especially the two female leads, came off as a sloppy caricature without any real depth or inner life. Anything involving Mila Milo and her oh-so-amazi
Malik Solanka is a middle-aged Indian man living in London. He finds himself overwhelmed by an uncontrollable fury and decides to leave his wife and son and move to New York City because he's terrified he'll hurt them. He gained wealth and fame earlier in life when he created a doll called "Little Brain" that became a sensation and quickly spiraled out of his control. Once in NYC he meets two other women he becomes involved with and begins to pursue a new creative venture.

I didn't have any atta
Charles Matthews

Salman Rushdie's latest novel is like a mine in which there are a few wonderful gems, but you have to dig through a lot of other stuff to get to them. This is, for example, yet another novel about an alienated middle-aged male intellectual and his sexual obsessions. That's a vein that surely has been played out by now -- wasn't that Philip Roth we met on the way into this mine?

Rushdie's 55-year-old protagonist, Malik Solanka, is summering in a funk in New York City. His wife and 3-year-old son
Not his finest. Rushdie's distinctive storytelling voice, which I enjoy so much in novels like SATANIC VERSES and MIDNIGHT'S CHILDREN, is eclipsed by a self-conscious anxiety to prove familiarity with American culture. Malik Solanka's, and probably author Rushdie's, view of New York City is limited to the privileged neighborhood he frequents - and the understanding of American culture feels compressed, a digest of America via CNN and the Entertainment Channel. Intellectually, we are being fed fa ...more
A book so different from the ones I’ve read. Salman Rushdie certainly is a great writer with an impressive lexicon and extensive world knowledge. The satirical aspects in the book are more interesting than the storyline itself, but its intertwinings with the philosophical mind-twists of Professor Malik Solanka make the book highly entertaining. The story’s situation is weird, improbable, but not at all unrealistic. Fury is the key to the story, or the Furies, more specifically – a theory that ev ...more
Moram se potrudit radi Ljilje(ako na kraju ona uopće ovo vidi i pročita)...
Prva bitna stavka je da je ovo definitivno knjiga od Salamana koju je zgodno pročitat prvu,s obzirom da je "težak" mislim da je dobar odabir bez obzira šta je nastala među zadnjima u njegovu opusu.
Tematika mi se strašno svidjela jer govori o modernom društvu i pojedincu u tom društvu koji se teško nosi sa svim tim. Dosta je autobiografije u njoj,tako da je stvarno fino kako se čovjek ne suzdržava da dijeli toliko svoje in
Ended up being this lame Palahniuk-ish phantasmagoric satire nonsense in the 2nd half, and all dated w/ its post-Columbie pre-911 agenda, no thanks

it just keeps getting better and better! he has this anger-management thought-exercise which sounds cool, and ...there was something else really rad too, i forget - i need to add in some quotes in here probly...

oh, plus whenever i start to get bored with it, the chapter ends, haha, it's in perfectly-paced installments

is this book lame? i need
Oct 10, 2014 Fygaso rated it 1 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: Anxious academics
I 'm new to this goodreads thing and this is my first review so here goes...

I had never read Salman Rushdie (still haven't) but I saw this and the premise was very promising. I felt it would be a good start into an author who I really should read, how wrong I was. It is said that if you have never upset anyone then you've never done anything of value (notable exclusions: miley cyrus) and this guy evoked a fatwa and a decade of self-imposed exile.

I have tried to read this thing about 4-5 times n
Alia S
Inventive, manic, messy—and I realize that's the entire point, but it doesn't make Fury any easier to read. This book is like being at a spoken-word performance where someone's gotten carried away: you'd like to leave but feel like you're supposed to appreciate this kind of thing, the energy is almost compensating for the incoherence, and also you already bought a drink.

Anyway, once I started skimming the worst of the hysterics, it was fine. Even with the bit between his teeth,Rushdie remains an
Secolul în care trăim este unul cu viteză maximă de schimbare. ”Curând” e mâine și cândva devine ieri. Să zicem că suntem supuși ciulendrei tehnologice și că devenim puțin mai inumani, că o parte din noi se robotizează. Nu mai avem de fapt răbdare, nici pentru noi înșine și nici pentru ceilalți. Și această Furie a lui Salman Rushdie se scufundă încet în fundalul orașului New York. Romanul despre care vă scriu astăzi este poate cel mai accesibil roman dintre celelalte opere ale scriitorului engle ...more
Lukas Evan
"Life is fury, he'd thought. Fury-sexual, Oedipal, political, magical, brutal-drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths."
Salman Rushdie enjoys the rare status of being a celebrity author who is acclaimed, feted, and known even by those who don't read. "Midnight's Children," still his best book by a Bombay mile, is ranked as one of the greatest, most influential novels of the past three decades. He was also married to a beautiful model/TV host (there's a 10/90 %) to whom this book is de
Just finishing my second read... While it starts slowly, this is a wonderful book... Rushdie is extraordinary at writing about a specific place and time, and the place and time of this novel--the September 10th United States--is a fascinating one.
Anne Bradley
I read this because I tried Midnight's Children last year, found it to be too dense, and didn't want to give up on Rushdie. This book was far shorter but still pretty heavy. The main character reminded me of Philip Roth, with the later-than-mid-life crisis, and not in a good way. I didn't like the climax-to-conclusion. But there were some major redeeming qualities:

1. The use of language had me re-reading several passages just for the beauty of them.
2. I always get a kick out of reading British p
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Sir Ahmed Salman Rushdie is a novelist and essayist. Much of his early fiction is set at least partly on the Indian subcontinent. His style is often classified as magical realism, while a dominant theme of his work is the story of the many connections, disruptions and migrations between the Eastern and Western world.

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those dealers in death's democracy, where everyone, the innocent, the mentally deficient, the guilty, could come to die side by side? Who paved Paradise and put up a parking lot? Who settled for George W. Gush's boredom and Al Bore's gush? Who let Charlton Heston out of his cage and then asked why children were getting shot? What, America, of the Grail? O ye Yankee Galahads, ye Hoosier Lancelots, O Parsifals of the stockyards, what of the Table Round? He felt a flood bursting in him and did not hold back. Yes, it had seduced him, America; yes, its brilliance aroused him, and its vast potency too, and he was compromised by this seduction. What he opposed in it he must also attack in himself. It made him want what it promised and eternally withheld. Everyone was an American now, or at least Americanized: Indians, Uzbeks, Japanese, Lilliputians, all. America was the world's playing field, its rule book, umpire, and ball. Even anti-Americanism was Americanism in disguise, conceding, as it did, that America was the only game in town and the matter of America the only business at hand; and so, like everyone, Malik Solanka now walked its high corridors cap in hand, a supplicant at its feast; but that did not mean he could not look it in the eye. Arthur had fallen, Excalibur was lost and dark Mordred was king. Beside him on the throne of Camelot sat the queen, his sister, the witch Morgan le Fay.”
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