Response to ‘Fury’

Sugar Deficiency



I found this book on a market, where I bought it along with a concise encyclopaedia of the Islam, which so far hasn’t helped me too much to understand the socia-political complexities of the world-wide Muslim community unfortunately. This is also ironic because Fury is written by none other than Salman Rushdie, legendary Muslim h8r. The nervous looking fellow who sold it to me also cheekily remarked that I should hope not to get caught with that encyclopaedia (or any other sign of sincere interest in the Islamic culture or history, I might add) which led to a glimpse of a crystal clear mutual understanding until I laughed it off just as nervously as he seemed to be.

Salmie didn’t write this book to h8 Muslims again though, he already had one written for that, so rather he simply pours his collected points of bitterness into the mouth of his own mirror image as a main character and it’s quite amusing. At time I read it was sort of cathartic because these are times of political unrest in a lot of places and it can be very hard to hold on to more reasonable ideals when angry response get triggered everywhere. Yes, moderation and well-rounded perspectives are now idealistic, you’ll only find it remains in the out-of-touch softies of today, though it is vital to keep listening to them! Contrasting two extremes that becoma further and further apart has never worked for anything but drama, and I’d say we have enough of that in the world already.

This book contains a Polish person, I like Polish people, in general. It also contains some rather dumb names and namings and shout-outs and references and sometimes sloppy excuses for humour that remind me of the Salm’s status as an international bestseller, because international taste sucks but I would never say that out loud! The thing is, the majority has always sucked, but we used to remember how we sucked equally and would be better off as a big bunch of mopey escapists. If that’s you, I envy you.

Also, it means you might enjoy this book, which rests on the low side of common denominators, and if you buy it now it will be slightly modern but also clearly a bit dated, and though it sometimes is critical, and you have some opinions and perspectives to swallow, gulp!, it also is a bit modest funny and relatable. Read it to your family over some apple pie and remember recent history a bit and laugh at the shits on revolutionaries, intellectuals, city folk, Islamic morality, the American Dream, Indian family life, black-on-black racism, and then towards the end even the standard of modesty he had miraculously kept going up to that point. Take a shit.

I’m also not sure if I should have started reading Nietzsche right after it just to show how confronting and meaningful a common denominator actually can be...