| The Moor's Last Sigh
(1996)
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| Front Cover |
Book Details |
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| Genre |
Fiction |
| Subject |
Mothers And Sons - Fiction; Spice Trade - Fiction; India - Fiction |
| Publication Date |
1/13/1996 |
| Format |
Hardcover (9.0
x
6.1
mm)
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| Publisher |
Pantheon Books |
| Language |
English |
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| Description |
| In his first novel since The Satanic Verses, Rushdie gives readers a masterpiece of controlled storytelling, informed by astonishing scope and ambition, by turns compassionate, wicked, poignant, and funny. From the paradise of Aurora's legendary salon to his omnipotent father's sky-garden atop a towering glass high-rise, the Moor's story evokes his family's often grotesque but compulsively moving fortunes in a world of possibilities embodied by India in this century. |
| Personal Details |
| Store |
Bookman's |
| Purchase Price |
$8.00 |
| Acquire Date |
7/21/2018 |
| Condition |
Very Good/Very Good |
| Rating |
0 |
| Links |
Library of Congress
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| Product Details |
| LoC Classification |
PR6068.U757 .M66 1995 |
| Dewey |
823.914 |
| ISBN |
9780679420491 |
| Cover Price |
$25.00 |
| No. of Pages |
435 |
| First Edition |
No |
| Rare |
No |
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| Notes/Review |
The Moor is the narrator, and the Moor's last sigh is his final exhalation of life. The Moor's last sigh is a painting, or perhaps two paintings on one canvas. The Moor is a son and grandson, born with two defects, one physical and one temporal. Hmmm. All these statements are true, but none says much about the book.
Maybe I need to understand India's history better to get everything out of this book. But there are a lot of things I don't understand, and I try not to let my ignorance get in the way of enjoying a work like this. The book is a river, sometimes deep, wide, slow-moving, with loops, bends, and eddies; other times a straight white-water rapids descending through a narrow canyon. This river has many tributaries, some that we get only glimpses of, others that we explore in detail.
I may not understand the word painting that Rushdie made, I may not have glimpsed all of what Rushdie wants me to see, but to mixofy my metaphors, I enjoyed the trip down the river. Rushdie has a facility with language, a playfulness that I enjoy. So, even accepting that I'm not seeing his painting in all it's glory, that I can't really describe what the picture really is, I declare it worthwhile. |
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