Fury by Salman Rushdie, Finished Reading on 30-March-2009
By selecting Fury as my first review, I think I just have done the unthinkable. I wonder how I ended up with this book. I have got about 150 books in my shelf which I have not read. May be some unknown force wanted me to start my blog with a classic review of this well-known book. It took me total eight days to complete this two fifty six page book. Considering my normal hundred and sixty page per day speed, its really a long time.
Jacket cover synopsis:
“Malik Solanka, historian of ideas and dollmaker extraordinaire, steps out of his life one day, abandons his family without a word of explanation, and flees London for New York. There’s fury within him, and he fears he has become dangerous to those he loves. He arrives in New York at a time of unprecedented plenty, in the highest hour of America’s wealth and power, seeking to ‘erase’ himself. Eat me, America, he prays, and give me some peace.But fury is all around him.”
After reading the first few pages of fury, I thought the pages might have shuffled or there might be some printing mistake. Initially I was just rushing along the pages to find some meaning to all the incoherent chapters. Finally after a lot of rereading, and brooding, I got the glimpses of the story line. May be I am not intellectually evolved completely to digest all the information in one shot or may be author purposefully wanted to put a opaque frame in front of the readers to keep up interest. Frankly saying, it took a great deal of time for me to understand the story thread. May be it is because of the lengthy paragraphs which does not separate conversations into a separate paragraphs. Despite of the initial boredom and dragging end, story does seem to be interesting in the middle.
While going though the ramblings of Solanka’s mind, it suddenly stuck me that may be sometimes I do ramble like this. From that moment onwards, I liked this novel. It is just an earnest representation of a man’s fury. While reading this novel, I came across lot of paragraphs which I consider as few of the best-written paragraphs ever. Story, with such scope for high emotional quotient, is really handled well by the empathetic narration. Other than the commendable writing, the story as such did not make any impact on me. It reminded me of a Malayalan novel ‘Gasakkinte ithihasam’ which I read long back. I felt the same emotions are portrayed here also even thought the story is different. Author never says whether protagonist overcomes his fury in the end of the story. It is up to the readers to decide. I particularly like the quote in the last pages of the novel. ‘Something is pushing them…To the side of their own lives’.
As a whole I would not rate this book more than 2.5 out of 5 and the mostly points goes to the narration style which irritated me to death in the starting. If reader is looking for a mood-lifting Bridget jones kind of reading, I will not recommend this book at all. Its apt for a reader who is in a retrospection mood. It may help you to stir up the emotions while reader reaches the final chapters.