Why do I not get Rushdie when I had no problems understanding my class 9 organic chemistry textbook purportedly authored by two psychotics immeditaely after raping a schizophrenic? Martin Amis finds his books deserving of glowing praise. So do more of his ilk. So is there something wrong with me? Not too sure about that, given that a few deranged souls find me passably perceptive--kindly excuse the braggadocio though any appraisal from asinine fruitcakes is to be discounted. The only way to solve this conundrum is to outnumber the tribe that finds Rushdie readable by the one that does not mind declaring me 'not an imbecile'. That should be a cinch I guess.
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I'm with you on Rushdie. He is basically a clever advertising copywriter who wrote the line: 'naughty, but nice' for some crappy product.
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