«Hor always thought that my books were more interesting than my life. Unfortunately, the world seems to disagree.’ Before you even read this sentence, the most beautiful of an interview with the director of «New Yorker» appeared yesterday on the magazine’s website, it was enough to see the photo – a black and white portrait taken by Richard Burbridge – to understand that the attackbarbaric on August 12 last year deprived Salman Rushdie of one eyethe right, and of the use of a handthe leftbut not his sparkling intelligenceof the disenchanted gaze on the world, of the famous sense of humour with which he teases, since his university days, friends and enemies (in the interview there is an anecdote fantastic, a famous painter a few years ago approaches him at the restaurant to ask him if there is danger and it is better to run away and Rushdie simply replies “I’m having dinneryou do what you want»).
