Book: The ground beneath her feet
Jun. 5th, 2007 10:51 pmAuthor: Salman Rushdie
Details: (c) 1999 Salman Rushdie; Pub 1999 Trafalgar Square; ISBN 0-224-04419-2
Verdict: The ground beneath her feet is breathtakingly awesome.
Reasons for reading it: I love it with an abiding passion. And I happened to see adjacent posts on my flist with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redbird reviewing The Armageddon Rag and wychwood reviewing this. It's been longer since I read tGBHF, mainly because my copy is was a large hardback that is awkward to carry around.
How it came into my hands: I heard Rushdie himself reading and promoting tGBHF in Oxford in 1999, the year of its publication. (That was just about the only worthwhile event I got out of being gullible enough to join the Oxford Union.) Anyway, Rushdie reads almost as well as he writes, and I was quite convinced I had to read tGBHF. For some reason that I still don't comprehend, the book bombed, and within a few months I picked up the hardback cheap in a remainder shop.
( detailed review )
Given how much I love the book, and given its extreme lack of commercial success meaning that it is very hard to find copies, I am extremely annoyed that I managed to lose my copy in the chaos of the BM class video evening yesterday. I went back to the Jewish centre today to see if I could recover it, but no luck. This not only means I don't have it any more, it means I can't lend it to the people I really want to convince to read it.compilerbitch, for example: it's a book about rock music narrated by a photographer, and from what I know of your tastes I'm fairly certain you'd love it.
Details: (c) 1999 Salman Rushdie; Pub 1999 Trafalgar Square; ISBN 0-224-04419-2
Verdict: The ground beneath her feet is breathtakingly awesome.
Reasons for reading it: I love it with an abiding passion. And I happened to see adjacent posts on my flist with
redbird reviewing The Armageddon Rag and wychwood reviewing this. It's been longer since I read tGBHF, mainly because my copy How it came into my hands: I heard Rushdie himself reading and promoting tGBHF in Oxford in 1999, the year of its publication. (That was just about the only worthwhile event I got out of being gullible enough to join the Oxford Union.) Anyway, Rushdie reads almost as well as he writes, and I was quite convinced I had to read tGBHF. For some reason that I still don't comprehend, the book bombed, and within a few months I picked up the hardback cheap in a remainder shop.
( detailed review )
Given how much I love the book, and given its extreme lack of commercial success meaning that it is very hard to find copies, I am extremely annoyed that I managed to lose my copy in the chaos of the BM class video evening yesterday. I went back to the Jewish centre today to see if I could recover it, but no luck. This not only means I don't have it any more, it means I can't lend it to the people I really want to convince to read it.
compilerbitch, for example: it's a book about rock music narrated by a photographer, and from what I know of your tastes I'm fairly certain you'd love it.