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# Joseph Anton: A Memoir

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    A Memoir of Courage
  

*by J***Y on Reviewed in the United States on May 5, 2018*

. I have always admired Rushdie for the brilliance of his writing, and I confess, for his occasional appearances on TV talk shows where his smoothly sardonic interjections often stir the latent intellects of other participants. But never so much as in reading his third person memoir which treats his life with a primary focus on the Satanic Verses controversy. His dedication to reason and fierce rejection of fundamentalism is a tribute to the philosophers whose ideas advanced civilization. After the success of his first book Midnight’s Children, Rushdie wrote The Satanic Verses which contained the thoughts he shared with his irreligious father about Islam. His interest in religion was cultural and historic, something that didn’t fit with the zealots and passages of the book were hotly denounced by Imams throughout the Muslim world and ended up with a fatwa by the Ayatollah against Rushdie. A fatwa is a religious edict authorizing Muslims to kill the heretic. With threats on his life, Rushdie was put under the protection of the Special Branch of the Municipal Police and the next eleven years of his life were constrained by moving him from house to house (it was incumbent upon Rushdie to locate residences that he could rent or borrow from friends), his name was changed to Joseph Anton after two of his cherished writers Conrad and Chekhov, his marriage disintegrated, he could rarely see his son, the literary community was divided among those who strongly supported his stance for freedom of the press and those who felt he had brought trouble upon them. Some translators and publishers of his books were murdered or wounded by Islamic assassins. Rushdie was prevented from attending conferences and award ceremonies, though he finally rebelled against those strictures. He found a new love and fathered another child. He also discovered who his true friends were and who was craven in the face of threat. One criticism leveled against the memoir is the number of names he drops, yet I believe that may be to give credit to those who stood up against repression. In spite of the travails of hiding accompanied by the protection teams who became his saviors and personal friends, he managed to continue writing, producing the books Haroum and the Sea of Stories, written for his son, The Moor’s Last Sigh, The Ground Beneath Her Feet and others, as well as a wealth of criticism, essays and responses to the Islamic threat.Ultimately, the pressure on him was reduced and he was able to resume a somewhat more normal life—and has continued to produce remarkable books. His is a story of resistance despite many of his supposed supporters urging him to compromise. He found that to do so, even to a small degree, was seen as a sign of weakness and simply invigorated his foes. While all of this certainly took a personal toll on Rushdie, he stands as an icon of refusal to bend to the fascist tactics of those who seek to repress free thought.

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    A Situation No One Should Have to Experience
  

*by T***H on Reviewed in the United States on March 24, 2016*

Up front: I am a huge fan of Salman Rushdie’s writing.  You know that question that’s asked every year, which writer who hasn’t yet won should be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature?  Rushdie is one of the writers on my list.  That said, having heard Mr. Rushdie speak and/or be interviewed on a number of occasions, for what it’s worth, I can’t say that I’m a fan of the persona he presents.  He often comes across as arrogant and small-minded.  Though this autobiography did not change that opinion significantly, it did make me appreciate much more how difficult his life has been.For some readers, I am sure that Mr. Rushdie’s third person approach to writing this autobiography highlighted his arrogance; however, I understood his desire to tell his story in this way.  Dealing, as it does, primarily with the years he was under the fatwa, I am sure that he feels disconnected from that person now.  The third person writing is simply a reinforcement of the understanding that Salman Rushdie is not truly “Joseph Anton”, a name he chose from Conrad and Chekhov as his security code name.  It is a tragedy when anyone has to hide behind a fake name out of fear.  For someone like Rushdie, whose persona is built upon the name that appears on his books, it is a double tragedy that he is all too happy to leave behind when he is finally freed from the threats on his life.As one of the earliest victims of radical Islam, Rushdie’s situation is a small version of what has played out in New York, Paris, Brussels, and elsewhere.  His surprise at being placed under a death sentence by Islamic clerics for a book published in England is real.  The years he spent moving from place to place, hiding under police protection, is a terrible story, compounded by a section of public opinion that wanted him left to his own devices.  As a part of the public that supported his fight for freedom of speech and literal freedom during these years, I was sympathetic to his plight and its inherent difficulties.The two most revealing things to me in this story are how he dealt with the various relationships in his life and how he tried to keep writing.  I liked how Rushdie maintained good relationships with his guards even as he pushed back against his handlers higher up the command chain.  I was happy to see how he tried to maintain a relationship with his children, particularly his older son, who was old enough to be seriously affected by the fatwa.  On the other hand, I was disappointed by his ability to go through wives.  His rationalizations as he entered into affairs and broke up marriages were not very convincing, even to himself, I think.  Of course, even at the time he published his follow-up novels to The Satanic Verses, I was impressed at his ability to create so well under such stress.  This book gives a clearer view of what that struggle was really like.I feel in love with Rushdie’s writing in college, around the time that the furor over The Satanic Verses broke and I’ve followed him ever since.  Rushdie is at his best when he writes big books.  Midnight’s Children, The Satanic Verses, The Moor’s Last Sigh (my personal favorite), and The Ground Beneath Her Feet are magnificent, Dickensesque achievements.  As a rule his shorter novels, though often decent, do not have the power of his other stories.  With its novelistic style this book, though nonfiction, is reminiscent of his best novels and is, without a doubt, the best book he’s written in the past 15 years.

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    Unputdownable guilty pleasure; naughty but nice
  

*by N***N on Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 22, 2015*

Early in Joseph Anton Salman Rushdie contrasts the Christian poles of Guilt and Redemption with the Islamic ones of Honour and Shame, and indeed this memoir of a cultural Muslim is not short of examples of the latter. Here he is, for instance, honoured one moment by a telephone call of support from the director of the Frankfurt Book Fair and the next forced to hide in his own home while its dodgy fixtures are examined by a 'West Indian plumber'. Hold on a moment. What exactly is the significance of his tradesman's ethnicity to this sense of shame? But before you jump to the obvious conclusion there's a context here: this is the same Rushdie who castigates his police protectors for breaking his floors with their big feet and his chairs with their plebeian arses, while offending his amour propre by reducing his carefully crafted literary pseudonym to the more manageable monosyllabic 'Joe'. So less the racist, perhaps, more just the old school snob?This is very much the style of Joseph Anton: the philosophical/theological/literary asides, the intrusions of PC Plod as the attractive if clumsy mechanics, the initially, at least, quite exciting chase story, the almost autistic descriptions of other people and that constant guarding of honour, at different points including threats of verbal fisticuffs with Arundhati Roy and actual ones with Louis de Bernieres for their daring to dis the Great Indian Literary Authority. But, above all, what Joseph Anton provides is hundreds and hundreds of pages of grade-A celebrity gossip featuring everyone from Bill Clinton and Warren Beatty to Bono and Harold Pinter. It's the print version of those horribly addictive side stories on dailymail.com: an unputdownable guilty pleasure; naughty but nice. One does wonder at times, though. Can a writer really be quite so lacking in self awareness that after 600 odd pages of literary self congratulation he's the one gasping at his fourth wife's `majestic narcissism' or putting down Delia Smith for talking in the third person when this entire book is written in it or railing at the mullahs for depriving him of his growing son's company when it's actually rather more the consequence of his having deserted the boy's mother when she wasn't providing our hero with enough sex. And mustn't someone who constantly reminds us of his historical knowledge be trying to trick us when he describes his early nineteenth century hideaway as Queen Anne, or his High Victorian school chapel as having been designed by a late 20th century historian? Are we on the receiving end of some sort of literary game? Perhaps the seeming indignation at the shortening of his name is actually a fable of the down to earth cops knowingly pricking the balloon of his literary pretensions and part of the same game? Who knows? But perhaps not, given the immense seriousness with which Rushdie treats himself.

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