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Stones

May 17, 2019 By Jordan Dotson

Too many people spouting too many words, and in the end those words will turn to bullets and stones.

…from The Ground Beneath Her Feet, by Salman Rushdie.

Filed Under: Prose Porn Tagged With: Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

This champagne is only for show

September 10, 2016 By Jordan Dotson

O, you know, this champagne is only for outward show, the moment it touches my lips it turns to water.

…from a novel by Salman Rushdie. It’s controversial I’m told.

Filed Under: Prose Porn, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

Whatever sounded bright and shiny…

December 5, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

We were language’s magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny.

…from Salman Rushdie‘s imperfectly perfect novel, The Ground Beneath Her Feet, which I hesitantly allow to be considered the greatest “music novel” ever, instead of Coming Through Slaughter, if only because Vina Apsara is the sexiest female character in literary history, which makes perfect logical sense thank you very much shut up.

Filed Under: Prose Porn, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Coming Through Slaughter, Michael Ondaatje, Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

They know more than we do, the children…

June 27, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

He knew what he knew: that the real world was full of magic, so magical worlds could easily be real.

…from Haroun and the Sea of Stories, by one of my all-time favorite skirt-chasers, Salman Rushdie.

Whenever I’m asked to defend my opinion that the young adult publishing industry is largely a crime against humanity, my typical response is the name of this book, then Luka and the Fire of Life, after which I drop the mic and walk off with airborne middle fingers.

Filed Under: Prose Porn, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Haroun and the Sea of Stories, Luka and the Fire of Life, Salman Rushdie

Why Rushdie is so big…

May 1, 2014 By Jordan Dotson

“Are you familiar,” he said finally, “with the Bang?”
“The Big Bang?” Luka asked. “Or some other Bang I don’t know about?”
“There was only one Bang,” said Nobodaddy, “so the adjective Big is redundant and meaningless. The Bang would only be Big if there was at least one other Little or Medium-Sized or even Bigger Bang to compare it with, and to differentiate it from.”

…from Luka and the Fire of Life, by Salman Rushdie.

Say what you will about the man, but there are miracles in life less impressive than his eyebrows.

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Filed Under: Prose Porn, Things I wish I'd written Tagged With: Luka and the Fire of Life, Salman Rushdie