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| Skärmdump från The New Yorker. |
“I’ve always thought that my books are more interesting than my life,” Rushdie says. “The world appears to disagree.” Photograph by Richard Burbridge for The New Yorker Islamismen kommer och går i medierna, nu senast kring doktorsavhandlingen som lades fram i Lund. Men annars är den - i alla fall i mitt medvetande - främst förknippad med dödligt våld. Salman Rushdie överlevde den attack han råkade ut för. Men de flesta dör. |
Stor intervju med Salman Rushdie:
Rushdie had agreed to appear onstage with his friend Henry Reese. Eighteen years ago, Rushdie helped Reese raise funds to create City of Asylum, a program in Pittsburgh that supports authors who have been driven into exile. On the morning of August 12th, Rushdie had breakfast with Reese and some donors on the porch of the Athenaeum Hotel, a Victorian pile near the lake. At the table, he told jokes and stories, admitting that he sometimes ordered books from Amazon even if he felt a little guilty about it. With mock pride, he bragged about his speed as a signer of books, though he had to concede that Amy Tan was quicker: “But she has an advantage, because her name is so short.”
A crowd of more than a thousand was gathering at the amphitheatre. It was shorts-and-polo-shirt weather, sunny and clear. On the way into the venue, Reese introduced Rushdie to his ninety-three-year-old mother, and then they headed for the greenroom to spend time organizing their talk. The plan was to discuss the cultural hybridity of the imagination in contemporary literature, show some slides and describe City of Asylum, and, finally, open things up for questions.
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