Fury. Salman Rushdie. 8/23
Rushdie’s least popular work. There’s a reason for this. Still an excellent, evocative book, Rushdie’s quirkiness/energy falls flat. This has been done before. And it’s been done better.
Play the “Can you spot the Padma Laskhmi mannerisms” game while reading the book. (I could!)
Quote from book:
“Everywhere you looked, thought Professor Solanka, the fury was in the air. Everywhere you listened you heard the beating of the dark goddess’ wings. Trisiphone, Alecto, Megaera: the ancient Greeks were so afraid of these, their most ferocious deities, they didn’t even dare to speak their real name. To use that name, Erinnyes, Furies, might very well be to call down upon yourself those ladies’ lethal wrath. Therefore, and with deep irony, they called the enraged trinity ‘the good tempered ones’. Eumenides. The euphemistic name did not, alas, result in much of an improvement in the goddess’ permanent bad mood.”