SALMAN RUSHDIE –
JOSEPH ANTON
I am rather disappointed by this
book. It is an important testimony on extreme terrorism that condemns someone
to death for what that someone thinks or writes, or whatever they may express
as for ideas or ideologies that contradict those of the terrorists. The book
targets Iran and its criminal fundamentalism that called on every single Muslim
in the world to kill, for hefty sums of money, a writer who was declared by
some religious higher up clerics to be a blasphemous unbeliever. To have the
testimony of the victim of this long unbearable and unacceptable situation is
absolutely outstanding.
And yet I am disappointed by the
book. It is the testimony of a man who had to be protected by the English
government against this menace, who was protected by the English police, and
yet became a victim of strict limitations of his freedom of movement and
freedom of expression under the authority and by decision of one or two police
officers. That protection resembled a loss of freedom not to say
secret-underground-home-imprisonment too much. To have that testimony is
essential to understand and eventually sympathize or support the author who was
the victim of such an unbearable situation.
And yet I am disappointed by the
book. There are two essential reasons why I am disappointed.
The first one is that it is by
far too long, with by far too many details that are piling up and not building,
constructing an argumentation, or simply a structured testimony, in a way it
seems to be a pile of sand more than a protective, defensive or vindicating
wall. Most of the facts are isolated, without any perspective, mixing personal
elements about the author’s wives and his son along with political or police
elements without showing any real architecture. At this level the book does not
read easily because we get lost from one dozen of pages to the next dozen of
pages, at times even from one page to the next, among details that add nothing
to the sad tale.
The second reason is that he
explains rather well how he got trapped in getting into defensive religious
declarations that were going against his main argument about the necessary freedom
of artistic expression for an author. It was a mistake since an author is not
his characters and he does not have to mix his own religious or non-religious
beliefs and those of his characters. That kind of mistake is too often done by
many critics, and even many authors, going as far as the caricatural sarcasm from
Gustave Flaubert who once declared “Madame Bovary c’est moi.” (“Mrs. Bovary,
that’s me,” or “I obviously am Mrs. Bovary”) It was all the more sarcastic
since it was plagiarizing Louis XIV’s famous declaration “L’état c’est moi” (“I
obviously am the state,” “The state that’s me,” with a strong provincial accent
and emphasis on the French “moi” that could mean “me myself and I”). It is
understandable that under stress and duress someone, an author or anyone else can
make such a mistake. Unluckily there are too many details that lead to the
impression that the author was not only under duress but was actually not clear
in his mind about his being his character or not, and when we know his
character is the Prophet of the Quran, there is a real problem that has nothing
to do with religion but has to do with a loss of touch.
Then the mistake has to be
repaired and once again too many details lose the reader into a loose sandy
labyrinth of non-obvious procedures that once again pile up more than follow a
logical line or plan. Maybe the author did not have a logical line, though it
is not what he says then, but it definitely is what we feel and we get lost
again. That’s a shame because there are quite a lot of moments when there is a
real epiphany and revelation, like the accidental meeting with Margaret
Thatcher, when she no longer was Prime Minister. This event is made trivial by
the remark about her being a touchy-feely person, meaning that she established
a physical contact with him, her hand on his fore-arm and then on his shoulder,
which surprises him as a matter of fact, though it could be seen as rather
banal in Great Britain.
If the book had been cut by half
it would have been a lot more effective and a lot more dynamic. The flow of
this river lacks momentum and power on a subject that should inspire the
greatest number of people into defending man’s free soul, not only the free
expression of writers. Here too I feel slightly betrayed. I do not want to
provide the freedom of expression only to writers recognized (by whom?) as
such. The freedom of expression is for everyone and no one can or should be
freer than anyone else. At the same time, and the book completely neglects this
side of things, everyone has the absolute right to be respected in their faith,
beliefs, ideas, thinking whether other people identify or agree with these
faith, beliefs, ideas, thinking or not. Salman Rushdie never set a line between
his writing that does not menace anyone and for example the anti-Semite writing
of let’s say Céline that has to be clearly wrapped up in some precautionary introduction
to establish a distance between the work of fiction and Céline’s ideas that
were unluckily going that way and have to be rejected. Even worse: the free
expression of some openly racist person or group like the KKK in the US has to be
rejected because of their ideology. Anyone who is insulted in his race or
beliefs must have the right to say so, to sue if they want to and to be heard
as victims by the courts that would deal with the complaint. Some publications
publish such anti-Muslim ideas under the cover of freedom of expression of
artists with the only aim of making money by selling great numbers of copies
that are not clean enough to be respected. There used to be a time when public
toilets were built against churches in France. I know one in Bordeaux, except if it
was pulled down, and another in Saint Anthème and that one was still standing
when I last visited the village.
The book then has a rather dull
taste because it does not fulfill its promises, and I thought it was the
freedom of expression for everyone.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
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