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Salman Rushdie the sex machine

{ July 15, 2008 @ 9:23 am } · { Books & authors }

Just finished The Enchantress of Florence (as I’ve already informed both Goodreads and Facebook’s “Visual Bookshelf” application - hoodyhoo!).

I like Salman Rushdie better when he’s being comic and not writing reverently about threesomes and hookers. Unless those hookers are aptly named Mattress and Skeleton, and are not - once again - the most beautiful women in the world. I thought the book was going to explode with big, black, enchanting eyes - the atomic bombs of the Mughal Empire.

But I’m probably just jealous. Rushdie, when will you acknowledge the mystical, seductive powers of gum-chewing, cargo-shorts-wearing, bookish American girls? When will you build us a kingdom of our own? I’m talking elephants, lakes filled with chardonnay, and male concubine poets.

1 Comment »

  1. Sri Said:

    on July 18, 2008 at 1:28 pm

    I just had an unrelated comment: I like that your blog template is discreet enough for me to read it at work. Not that I would, or do. *shifty eyes*

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