Salman Rushdie: ‘I have no further interest in non-fiction’21 min read 04 Sep 2015, 04:02 PM IST
The author on why his new novel is meant to be funny, his growing disinterest in news, and weaving idea, character and plot together
When I first met Salman Rushdie in early 1983, he had made a triumphant return to Bombay, as his hometown (and mine) was known then. We had driven down Marine Drive towards Warden Road, and pausing at Scandal Point, walking past Chimalkers and Reader’s Paradise, made our way to Westfield Estate, the inspiration for Saleem Sinai’s Methwold’s Estate in Midnight’s Children, his second novel, which had won the Booker Prize in 1981. The New York Times had gushed then, saying, “Midnight’s Children sounds like a continent finding its voice." And that generation of Indians felt he had told our story in our language. We had reclaimed the language and its literature, and it was fine to speak in the mishmash sing-song bhelpuri of Hugme (Hindi-Urdu-Gujarati-Marathi-English). He had captured the zeitgeist of being a cosmopolitan Indian.