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They were four men
Living all together
Yet they were all alone *

I'm kind of embarrassed to admit that this is the first book I've read by Rushdie, therefore, I can't compare it to his many other titles. I only know that I found this one to be mostly fascinating, though keep in mind - I am a fan of books that portray the obscenely wealthy in a bad light.

"In my American house," he told his attentive sons in the limousine as it drove them from the airport to their new residence, "morality will go by the golden standard." Whether he meant that morality was supremely precious, or that wealth determined morality, or that he personally, with his glittering new name would be the judge of right and wrong, he did not say . . .

Not long after the election of President Barack Obama, a mysterious billionaire and his three grown sons arrive in NYC. Intrigued by all four men, a young neighbor worms his way into their confidences, determined to use them as source material for a film. The apple cart gets irrevocably overturned when a lovely young woman enters the picture, and the kingdom . . . a woman who's got her eye on the King. What follows is an American tragedy, somewhat leavened with great dollops of humor. Plus, Rushdie gets to unleash some much deserved vitriol on Donald J. Trump. I was nodding along with every word.

I'm ready for more Rushdie.



*The Brady Bunch theme song by Sherwood Schwartz