Now - I think, in a previous post (no idea which one), I said that I'd carry around a small notebook and write down potential selfistan post ideas on it. I've been carrying around my trusty iPhone and a notebook, but haven't written anything down. But - not to worry, I actually have a subject for this post.
Guess what it is?
Salman Rushdie - again. *Big Smile*
So Sir Rushdie, or Salman as I like to call him, won the Best of the Bookers a couple days ago for Midnight's Children. Now, if you remember, a couple years ago - maybe a decade ago - the same book won the Booker of the Bookers prize, and before that, in the year that i came out, it won the Booker.
As much as I love Midnight's Children (and trust me - it's definitely in my top 5 books list) and as happy I am that it won yet another Booker-related prize, it irks me that it's the only book of his that has won so many awards. Seriously - it's not his best book (at least I don't think so). It's brilliantly written and the story and everything in it makes you go 'wow' when you read it (if you know your Indian history, you're constantly astounded by the depth and the phenomenality [is that a word?] of the book).
This post is an entreaty of sorts - to all those out there - to read his other books, and to appreciate them (not that they haven't been appreciated, but do you sort of get what I mean). My favourite ones of his - in order of preference are....
*drum roll please*
1. Satanic Verses
2. Midnight's Children
3. Step Across This Line (non-fiction)
4. Shame
5. Shalimar the Clown
5. Enchantress of Florence
(if you think I can't count - rest assured - I can -- Shalimar and Florence are tied for fifth)
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