Friday, November 5, 2010

masters and victims of their times

Friday, November 5, 2010

Yes, they will trample me underfoot, the numbers marching one two three, four hundred million five hundred six, reducing me to specks of voiceless dust, just as, in all good time, they will trample my son who is not my son, and his son who will never be his, and his who will not be his, until the thousand and first generation, until a thousand and one midnights have bestowed their terrible gifts and a thousand and one children have died, because it is the privilege and the curse of midnight’s children to be both masters and victims of their times to forsake privacy and be sucked into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes, and to be unable to live or die in peace.

~ Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children, 1981

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

it is better to die than to get killed!

Angeli said...

sometimes that's not for you to decide.

did you reach halfway through the book?

Arti said...

Still to read this book... Seems a good read!!
Have a good day:)

Angeli said...

oh, you should, Arti. I highly recommend it. It's one of the best books I've read in a long while. Here's a synopsis from the Man Booker website:

"Born at the stroke of midnight on August 15, 1947, at the precise moment of India’s independence, the infant Saleem Sinai is celebrated in the press and welcomed by Prime Minister Nehru himself. But this coincidence of birth has consequences Saleem is not prepared for: telepathic powers that connect him with 1,000 other “midnight’s children” – all born in the initial hour of India’s independence – and an uncanny sense of smell that allows him to sniff out dangers others can’t perceive. Inextricably linked to his nations, Saleem’s biography is a whirlwind of disasters and triumphs that mirror the course of modern India at its most impossible and glorious."

archer dee said...

this was the first Salman Rushdie work I've read and i was more than awed. it exceeded my expectations and led me to seek out other writers from that area. i followed up this reading with Arundhati Roy's "The God of Small Things."

i especially like Amina's sentiment that behind every man is a tiny mad woman!!! :)

Loree said...

I wish I could write like that. Sometimes the thoughts and words flow through my head but then I go blank when I am faced with a paper or a computer keyboard.

Angeli said...

me too, Loree!! i'd give anything to be able to write like Salman Rushdie!

Archer Dee, no wonder it won the Best of the Booker Prize, huh? Gunter Grass' The Tin Drum and Garcia Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude are of the same genre, too. The novel had me from the moment those rubies came out of his grandfather's nose. Amazing talaga! :)

archer dee said...

Yep. If you still haven't read his infamous work, "The Satanic Verses," I urge you to do so. It was banned in some parts of the Arab land, which makes it hard to put down, or the other way around.

Angeli said...

i plan to read all of his novels, even his essays. :)

 
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