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Download eBook ´ Midnight's Children ç 647 pages á [BOOKS] ⚡ Midnight's Children Author Salman Rushdie – Saleem Sinai was born at midnight the midnight of India's independence and found himself mysteriously handcuffed to history by the coincidence He is one of 1001 children born at the midnighS gifts inner ear and wildly sensitive sense of smell we are drawn into a fascinating family saga set against the vast colourful background of the India of the 20th centur Reading Rushdie's Midnight's Children is like listening to someone else's long winded rambling re telling of a dream they had And like all people who describe their dreams especially those who do so long past the point where their listeners can believably fake interest or patience Rushdie is inherently selfish in the way he chose to write this book Midnight's Children is one of those novels that are reader neutral or even reader antagonistic they seem to have been written for the sole purpose of letting a writer wallow in their own history their own problems their own pet concerns desires and childhood hangups Books like this are not mirrors of the world or even mirrors of the author but mirrors of how the author wants to be seen by the worldThere are patches of writing in this book that startle amuse and tantalize the reader but the story is not as interesting as the narrator or the author seem to think it is; in fact the narrator's constant references to the depthdifficultycomplex interconnectedness of his story all rang false to me The narrator constantly tried to impress the reader with the gravity absurdity necessity etc of the story he was telling there were lots of annoying melodramatic asides to the reader along the lines of O this O that If only But I must wait to get to that later which only served to distract from a story that should have just been left to stand on its ownI'm not necessarily the type of reader who wants concrete literal plot driven stories but I'm also not the type of reader who has infinite patience for postmodern self inflated authors who either have a degree in literature and waste no time bludgeoning you with that fact or don't have a degree in literature and waste no time in showing you just how good they are despite it all And lastly above and beyond the annoying narrator the rambling story that went on for about 200 too many pages and the author's disrespect or at least disregard for the reader the last and crushing blow I can deliver to this book is that it was boring The narrator – who by the way is a fairly flat character despite having over 500 pages to develop himself went to great pains to convince us otherwise with constant reminders of how epic and interconnected his life was and how it resonated with the history of modern India but in my opinion a truly interesting story wouldn't need an obseuious narrator to constantly remind us how interesting it was I realize I'm in a minority in my dislike of this book; after all it won the Booker Prize and is widely regarded to be one of the most important novels in English language literature I also realize I haven't said anything about what the book is actually about in a nutshell a coming of age story with a heavy dollop of magical realism and self pity with doses of Indian life scattered throughout but all I felt when turning the last page of this book was relief

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Orn at the midnight hour each of them endowed with an extraordinary talent and whose privilege and curse it is to be both master and victims of their times Through Saleem' What's real and what's true aren't necessarily the same Discard skepticism as you approach this epic Suspend disbelief Because myth and truth blend into each other imperfectly to spin a gossamer fine web of reality on which the nation state is balanced precariously And we the legatees of this yarn are caught up in a surrealist farce which plays out interminably in this land of heat and dust and many smells our rational selves perennially clashing with our shallow beliefs but eventually succumbing to an incomprehensible love of the absurd Illusion has to offer than you thinkApproach this panorama with a sense of wonder This land of Sultunates of slave kings and Empires wrought by alien invaders of manic religious ritualism of a civilization which had co existed with Mesopotamia and Egypt of most accomplished snake charmers of the world of crushing poverty and staggering riches The peepshow man with his dugdugee drum beckons you to behold the images of Meenakshi temple and the Taj Mahal and the Bodhgaya and the holy Ganges streaming down from Lord Shiva's tresses to uench our mortal thirst And you cannot be a witness to the unfolding of a spectacle without aweApproach this homage to the spirit of a time and place with joined palms head dipping mildly in reverence With palms bracing the earth knees bent forehead kissing the ground With a hand raised to the forehead then the heart and each shoulder With an erect palm thumb and forefinger meeting in a circle Our pantheon of divinities will look down on you with displeasure otherwise But above all approach this plenitude of tales within tales within tales with love Without love for the shared fantasy of 'unity in diversity' this book would not have existed at all If I seem a little bizarre remember the wild profusion of my inheritance perhaps if one wishes to remain an individual in the midst of teeming multitudes one must make oneself grotesue O Swallower of Multitudes Bearer of Multiple Identities Assimilator of a million and one traditions Nation of dubious ancestry born of imperialism and revolution of three hundred and thirty million gods and goddesses prophets and saviours and enlightened ones fortune tellers and clairvoyants fantasies and dreams and nightmares of self contradictions galore this is a love letter to you from a besotted son if there ever was one O people of fractured selves you who have been scarred by the vicissitudes of history traumatized by partitioned fates absorbed by the currents of dynastic politics afflicted by the optimism disease gather up and listen to the saga of midnight's children your very own one a child of hardwon freedom other a child of flesh and blood Saleem and India India and Saleem Not identical twins but twins bound to mirror each other's ambiguous trysts with destiny twins doomed to share a love hate relationship Listen to vain foolish self deluded cuckolded Saleem and his self aggrandizing story telling Awash in the glow of his 'Anglepoised pool of light' as he is fallacious and chutneyfied as his 'history' is I detect in his voice a uiver a note of humble deference and endless love Love of lapiz lazuli encrusted silver spittoons and perforated sheets of the progress of a nation tied tragicomically with his own Love of flap eared Ganesh and a resolutely silent flap eared son love of Sunderbans' phantasmal mangrove forests and Bombay's non conformity Love of the blue skies of Kashmir and the hubbub of old Delhi's slums and Amritsar's narrow malodorous bylanes Love of people and places beyond borders There are as many versions of India as Indians Do you not make out the throbbing ache in his declamations for historical compounds left bloodied by dastardly mustachioed brigadiers? For a subcontinent trifurcated meaninglessly and wars waged without rhyme or reason? Can you discern the tone of suppressed anguish and rage for the promise of midnight's children withering away under the harsh glare of an Emergency? The grief for a broken republic and a flickering hope for regeneration and renewal? Midnight has many children; the offspring of Independence were not all human Violence corruption poverty generals chaos greed and pepperpots I had to go into exile to learn that the children of midnight were varied than I even I had dreamed I can In Saleem's contrived cornucopia of stories 'leaking' into each other I sense his despondency and his joy his pride and his guilt And in his implicit avowals of filial love I find an expression of my own I had entered into the illusion of the artist and thought of the multitudinous realities of the land as the raw unshaped material of my gift 'Midnight's Children' might be an overblown unsubtle metaphor for India but it is also a celebration of multiplicity in a universal context Despite the narrative's flaws and the forced nature of the analogies in the latter half I choose to honour Saleem Sinai's self professed intentions I choose to remember and cherish it as an act of love as an act of faith

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Midnight's ChildrenSaleem Sinai was born at midnight the midnight of India's independence and found himself mysteriously handcuffed to history by the coincidence He is one of 1001 children b Midnight’s Children is an absolute masterful piece of writing It is entertaining intelligent informative progressive and even funny it is an astoundingly well balanced epic that captures the birth of a new independent nation I hold it in such high regard The children are all fractured and divided; they are born into a new country that is yet to define itself in the wake of colonialism it has no universal language religion or culture The children reflect this; they are spread out and unconnected to each other As such Rushdie raises a critical uestion does India even exist? These children are born on the night of India’s independence but what exactly are they born into? The mass of land they occupy is yet to establish what it now is it is something new a place with an internal battle raging between modernisation and tradition It’s not the India it was the day before and it’s certainly not the India it was before the colonisers came “What's real and what's true aren't necessarily the same” Saleem our narrator and protagonist reflects this He is a hybrid born into two worlds He has powers powers that allow him to connect telepathically with the other children born into the new nation They all have their own gifts and they all represent an infectious optimism a powerful hope that things will start to get better Their progress in the story their successes and failures reflect the development of the new India As Saleem begins to fall apart as he begins to lose himself the optimism begins to shatter and things go terribly wrong war approaches death approaches Rushdie plays around with reality warping it and twisting it to the point where its very nature becomes an allegory for the failings of society The India he has created is both removed and part of the real world He has used human terms and human emotions to personify a country Through this he demonstrates how it can waver and falter and how it can fail and become a victim to its own passions It’s an exceedingly clever device Saleem is egotistical and unreliable but his life is a physical manifestation of post independent India On a character level he actually thinks he is altering events though he only ever mirrors it “Memory's truth because memory has its own special kind It selects eliminates alters exaggerates minimizes glorifies and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version than his own” All great literature should be subjective All great literature should have a multitude of ramifications If we go away with one single clean cut meaning or interpretation then the author has failed to some degree Literature needs to make us think; it needs to make us uestion the world and our place within it And Rushdie certainly does that You may disagree with my reading I think Midnight’s Children can be seen in a number of different ways and I’d love to hear what other people thought it all meant There’s just so much going on in this book I could literally write several essays on it Rushdie draws heavily on Máruez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude by recreating the long drawn out family saga told in the magical realist mode to represent reality in a truthful way than standard story telling would allow; however Rushdie transcends it in so many ways I will be reading The Satanic Verses very soon I think and I will definitely be writing on Rushdie for my university work This is clearly one of the most important novels written in the last fifty years