After having read Shalimar the Clown, by Salman Rushdie, I am considering two options:(1) I'm too restless to enjoy good literature, or
(2) the book in question is not part of good literature, why it makes me restless reading it.
There might be other and better explanations to why it didn't catch me, why I found myself skipping pages, and why I closed it after 649 pages feeling very little.
The story starts up in a very interesting way, with a cliff hanger too interesting to forget. Problem is that it takes a good 500 pages of other stories before the reader is taken back to the cliff. And once there, it really doesn't happen all that much. However that might be, there is one good reason - if for nothing else - to read the book: the story about the palace of power:
"The palace of power is a labyrinth of interconnecting rooms. It's windowless, and there is no visible door...." And so it goes on as one of the most fascinating narratives on power and subordination ever written. The story ends after a few pages: "Freedom is not a tea party. Freedom is a war". Bombastic, yet as close to a true description as Ive ever read.
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I never really got him. I have started a few times, but never got through a book., Which one would you recommend me to star with?
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