In
February, 1989, the Ayatollah Khomeini placed a fatwa (death sentence and
bounty on his head) on Salman Rushdie for the crime of having written a novel
called The Satanic Verses, which Khomeini called: “against Islam, the Prophet,
and the Quran.”
So
began the extraordinary story of how Rushdie was forced underground, stealthily
moving from hiding place to hiding place, for thirteen years. During that time
of hiding, he lived under the alias name of Joseph Anton. Rushdie recently
wrote a memoir of that experience, called Joseph Anton, where he describes
living under the threat of murder for over a decade.
The
book tells of holding his family life together; working on other novels;
falling in and out of love; the ever-present fear and despair; the sometimes
grim, sometimes comic realities of always living with armed policemen; dealing
with not-so-understanding governments, publishers, and fellow writers. Most
importantly, it is about finding the courage to fight back. And somewhere along
the path, he loses himself and finds himself again.
Rushdie
describes this journey as one of the crucial battles, in our time, for freedom
of speech.
I
found this memoir a fascinating experience. As I read, I grew to respect
Rushdie as a writer, a man of principle, and a man of courage. Still, all the
way through this book I kept wondering how much of his fight was courage and
principle, and how much was pure ego.
He
repeatedly pointed out that there were steps available to him that would have
lifted the fatwa, but of course, that would have meant a full apology to the
followers of Islam. This he refused to do.
Rushdie
often came off as an unlikeable character in these pages. And he often seemed
that he put his career—his celebrity status—above his own safety and the safety
of his family and protectors. In my mind, the separate forces of principle and
vanity often fought each other, battling in the background on nearly every
page, until they were indistinguishable.
Please
don’t misunderstand me. I’m not making harsh judgments. Placed in the same
circumstances, I’m not sure I would act any differently. I’m merely pointing
out that that battle of ego was, for this reader, one of the most interesting
aspects of the book.
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