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I read this, as I do, while walking the dogs in the morning and afternoon, but when I sat down with it in the holidays for a serious reading session, I thought, what the hell am I wasting my time on this crap for. It's all hyperbole and no depth. No surprise when I looked up his birth chart and saw he is a double Gemini. Like a stone skipping over the water Rushdie describes his characters and tells his story skipping from one thing to the next. Everything and everyone is the most beautiful, the ugliest, the wickedest, kindest, most gullible, largest, etc etc etc. It's like a comic book set in India, without the pictures. I know there is a world of people who love this sort of frippery but it ain't for me.