A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything’s going to be all right. you’ve made it past Dead Man’s Curve and you’re out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not.
Salman Rushdie has revealed that he is “locked in a Scrabble deathmatch series” with Kylie Minogue on his new Twitter account.
Rushdie joined Twitter late last week, forced to tweet under the handle @SalmanRushdie1 after another user snaffled SalmanRushdie. “Who are you? why are you pretending to be me? Release this username. You are a phoney. All followers please note,” Rushdie wrote.
He quickly began to pick up followers, but the web was initially uncertain whether to believe that the Booker prize-winning author was really on the micro-blogging site. “Testing to see if it’s really you. Name the 2 musical performers who played @ the NYC launch party for LUKA,” wrote @KimberlyBurnsPR. “Angela McCluskey and the Little Death, so there!” replied Rushdie. “Where did Faiz hide from a mob in 1947?” asked Time journalist @OmarWaraich. “Under my aunt Begum Majeed Malik’s carpet, in her cellar in Karachi. Now stop it everyone. It’s becoming dull,” replied the author, who this morning changed his status to “Today we move on from ontological questions. As Popeye the Sailor Man said, I yam what I yam and that’s all that I yam.”
Rushdie has taken to Twitter – which has now verified his account – with great aplomb. He has picked up more than 16,000 followers already, is following other tweeters from Lisa Appignanesi and Hari Kunzru to Carrie Fisher and Gwyneth Paltrow, and has entered into lively discussions with both fellow authors and fans. Minogue demanded a Scrabble rematch with the author after he said that “she’s good, but I should point out that I’m winning”. “You are ON. Rematch anyplace, anytime. Bring it,” said Rushdie. He told the novelist Kathy Lette – who welcomed him with “hello Literary Love God” – that “I just handed in revised MS of my memoir, so I have time to waste here…” “Brekky? Brunch? Whipped cream orgy? Xxx” suggested Lette. “You’re too far away. Out of whipped cream range,” responded Rushdie.
After tweeting a new story, A Globe of Heaven – later posted on his blog – Rushdie tweeted Bret Easton Ellis, Mia Farrow, Stephen Fry and Margaret Atwood and made plans to meet up with Neil Gaiman. “Dear world, please follow @SalmanRushdie1. And be nice to him. He writes good books and knows all,” wrote Gaiman to his 1.6m followers. “Fanks guvnor yer not so bad yersel,” replied Rushdie.
The Sense of an Ending
A short novella about death, death, and suicide. The sense of an ending; mighty black death approaching, yet one must be ready to accept death and the memory of the past.
This novella asks how good is our memory? do we really remember events as they happened or do we edit them to fit our present situation. Are we truthful or is our life filled with ‘white lies’.
A tale about 4 school friends, more like how did Adrian Finn affect the life of the others with his Eros and Thanatos philosophy, Is suicide the only true philosophical question as Camus wrote.
What does Tony remember about his friend 50 years later? What have changed.
I loved and hated Veronica.. she is indeed a cockteaser, but one would cry with her 50 yrs later.
It’s an amazing short read, yet it is dense and makes one think.
“My younger self had come back to shock my older self with what that self has been, or was, or was sometimes capable of being”
” They shall grow not old as we that are left to grow old”
” One day, I said to the barman Do you think you could do me thin chips for a change?
– How do you mean
You know, like in France- the thin ones
– No, we don’t do them
But it says on the menu your chips are hand-cut
– Yes
Well can’t you cut them thinner
– Hand cut chips means fat chips
But if you handcut chips, couldn’t you cut them thinner?
– We don’t cut them. That’s how they arrive
You don’t cut them on the premises?
– That’s what I said
So what you call ‘hand-cut chips’ are actually cut elsewhere, and quite probably by a machine
– Are you from the council or something?
Not in the least. I’m just puzzled. I never realised that ‘hand-cut’ meant ‘fat’ rather than ‘necessarily cut by hand’
– Well you do now
I’m sorry. I just didn’t get it”
The last quote made me laugh real loud when I read it, because he is a lonely man, he lost touch with what is going on around him. He chose the solitary life, yet he wants to get the diary, and his ex-wife Margaret is his only friend, the one who could be called his conscious friend.
The Skin I Live In Poster
What do you think of this poster?
Observation of a lost soul Blog 