Reading Luka

Given my blog's name, and the inspiration I've received from Salman Rushdie over the past decade or so, it behooves me to offer my opinion of his new book, and the sequel to one of my favourite books of all time, Luka and the Fire of Life.

I haven't finished the book but, it seems to me, that the book is a lament of sorts for a world of storytelling gone by, for a particular world of magic that doesn't necessarily exist in this, as Soraya calls it in the book, universe of "High Definitions and low expectations." "One of these days," she says, "you'll wake up and we'll be gone, and then you'll find out what it's like to live without even the idea of Magic. But Time moves on, and there isn't a thing we can do about it."

Sad. I hope Sir Salman keeps on writing. Luka is nowhere near as great as his other works (so far), but it definitely has the mark of his genius on it.

Now, back to reading.

Edit: 1230am. And the dog named Bear sings my favourite George Harrison song. Beatles ftw!