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Fury by Salman Rushdie
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Dec 20, 11

Recommended for: This was written for one person only: himself. Avoid.
Read from December 14 to 17, 2011 — I own a copy

Navel gazing, self-indulgent crap. Vain to the core as well.
A middle aged academic (i.e. Rushdie) finds fame and fortune by creating intellectual dolls (i.e. books) that capture he zeitgeist, has pretty women become infatuated with him (i.e. Padme Lakshi) and then sacrifice themselves for him and a moral cause (?)
On top of that, he writes in the third person, which multiplies the vanity, allowing him to inflict a few paper cuts on himself with one hand whilst shoveling rich spoonfuls of vanity into his fat lips with the other hand. This is awful stuff.

The first paragraph of chapter 3 almost made me pack it in there and then ( I won't it out, my computer might disown me). This is a guy utterly in thrall of celebrity, talented but bloated with self-importance.
I think this may well be the worst novel by a talented writer that I have ever read.
Stick to magic realism, don't write about yourself or contemporary society if this is all you can come up with!

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