3 thoughts on “Victory City by Salman Rushdie”

  2. I am halfway through this inspiring novel of fourteenth-century southern India, about a woman who lives for hundreds of years and builds a city from magic seeds. It is an easy joy to read.

    From VICTORY CITY, Salman Rushdie’s new novel…

    “Haleya Kote heard more than once the story of the heroic protester who dared to stand alone at the heart of the bazaar distributing pamphlets. When the DAS squad arrived to arrest him they found that the sheets of paper he was distributing were blank. No text was written on them, there were no drawings or coded symbols, nothing at all. Somehow this blankness angered the DAS team even more than slogans or cartoons would have.
    ‘What does this mean?’ they demanded. ‘Why isn’t there any message written here?’
    ‘There’s no need,’ the protester replied. ‘Everything is clear.’”

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  3. “And in the early days of Bisnaga she had whispered people’s lives into their ears so that they could begin to live them; now the descendants of those people were whispering their lives into her ears instead.”

    Now finished, and the words that describe VICTORY CITY are those eternally within itself – now forever. Giving us hope even in our own end of days. Continuous joy to read of complex dynasties and wars. The powerfully poignant denouement for the woman who built the city and its people from seeds and whispers is that she lived forever in her words as reinterpreted by others, even reinscribed by others, and in my brain they stay. I merely speak of them here upon my own brink of my own creative Null Immortalis.

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