“Life is fury, he'd thought. Fury — sexual, Oedipal, political,
magical, brutal — drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths.
Out of fury comes creation, inspiration, originality, passion, but also
violence, pain, pure unafraid destruction, the giving and receiving of
blows from which we never recover. The Furies pursue us; Shiva dances
his furious dance to create and also to destroy. But never mind about
gods! This is what we are, what we civilize ourselves
to disguise — the terrifying human animal in us, the exalted,
transcendent, self-destructive, untrammeled lord of creation.”
The above quote says it all, the gist of the novel. It speaks about the furies that control us and make us furious. So? What are we to do? Right now I'm furious at this semi-autobiographical verbal diarrhoea. Rage is a better word, I think. Rage.
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This is probably Salman Rushdie's most under-rated and over-looked books. It trumps Shame, but falls short of Midnight's Children in my opinion. The writing style and plot movement is 'Rushdie-esque'. A lot of digression, like most Rushdie novels. However, what sets Fury apart is it's ability to connect with the reader. Recommended as a one-time read.
yeah, digression with Nila's entry totally spoiled the book. I'm yet to read 'Shame'.
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