The Satanic Verses

by Salman Rushdie

My sister let me borrow this book for the long commute to and from Pleasanton, since I had to go down there for work. I have to say…it was one of the weirdest books I’ve ever read. Not in a surreal way, just in a weird way. A very weird way. Rushdie is a capable author, but first there was the unnecessary cursing and imagery, and then the plot was so strange on top of that…I just came out of it feeling odd. Displaced, but not really in a good way.
I did read a clip from one of Rushdie’s other books, and it sounded promising. Maybe because it was more of a children’s book. I don’t recommend The Satanic Verses unless you’re going to borrow it from someone who has already bowdlerized their copy.