Salman Rushdiethe author whose writings provoked death threats from Iran in the 1980s, was attacked on Friday while preparing to give a lecture in western New York.
a reporter from Associated Press witnessed a man burst onto the stage of the Chautauqua Institution and started punching or stabbing Rushdie while being introduced. The author was caught or fell to the ground, and the man was restrained.
I know The state of health of the attacked Indian writer is unknown at the moment.
The first police report stated: “On August 12, 2022, at around 11:00 a.m., a suspicious male ran up the stage and attacked Rushdie and an interviewer. Rushdie suffered a stab wound to the neck and was airlifted to an area hospital. His status is not yet known.”.
The book of Rushdie “the satanic verses” has been banned in Iran since 1988, as many Muslims consider it blasphemous. A year later, the late Iranian leader Ayatollah Ruhollah Komeiniissued a fatwaor edict, calling for the death of Rushdie.
Iran It has also offered more than $3 million reward for whoever kills Rushdie.
regimen Iran He has long since distanced himself from Khomeini’s decree, but anti-Rushdie sentiment persists encouraged by Tehran. In 2012, a semi-official Iranian religious foundation increased the reward for Rushdie from $2.8 million to $3.3 million. And in 2016 the reward went to 3.9 million.
Rushdie dismissed that threat at the time, saying there was “nono proof” that there were people interested in the reward. That year, Rushdie published a memoir, “joseph anton“, on fatwa.
A life dedicated to writing
Rushdie He was born in Bombay on June 19, 1947. He has been doing it for 45 years despite the death threats weighing on him. His first novel was published in 1975, it was titled Grimus and did not have the enthusiasm of critics or readers. The ’70s were dark years for Rushdie: I worked as a publicist, but I had little money, I wanted to write but I didn’t know very well where to catch the thread of inspiration, although I kept writing down scenes and ideas in scattered notebooks. Materials that he was able to string together at some point to produce a second novel that was an immediate success. children of midnight (1980) won the Booker Prize, the most important literary award in the United Kingdom, and years later, in 1993, the Booker of Booker, that is, the prize for the best of the best novels of those first 25 years of existence of the reward.
children of midnight tells the story of a boy with paranormal powers who is born at midnight on August 15, 1947, (just a few months after Rushdie’s birth, precisely) at the exact moment of the independence of India and Pakistan from the United Kingdom. The book caused some controversy in his country for provocative references to the then prime minister, Indira Gandhi. In this novel an interesting mix between political denunciation, dreamy narrative, a certain magical realism rich in images and powerful when it comes to disrupting the time of the story can already be glimpsed.
Since then, each new novel of Rushdie deepens and amplifies this search in a very personal work with language, complex narrative structures and crazy plots. However, they resonate in scenes of political reality not only in their country but in any place in the world where power plays its tricks. That is, world literature. Rushdie He published more than ten novels, an autobiography, several essays, short stories and children’s stories.
In the satanic verses certain marks appear that the religious condemned: for example, the use of the name Ayesha (who was the youngest wife of Muhammad) to refer to a prostituteto call bastard a Abrahamthe story of Salman Farsi (who was companion of Muhammad and who appears ridiculed in the novel by Rushdie) among other direct allusions.
However, these allusions can be read from their immanence and in resonance with other political histories and other environments, that is, without the need to know the Koran or the political situation in Iran or the Middle East. This converts to the satanic verses in an ever-current classic. What would literature be without its provocative force?