Litstack recs | Joseph Anton, by Salman Rushdie and The Burning Light, by Bradley P. Beaulieu and Rob Ziegler
Salman Rushdie’s account of his life and the fatwa brought against him on Valentine’s Day 1989 touches on issues that have become central to our time.
Joseph Anton: a memoir, by Salman Rushdie
Joseph Anton was published in 2012, but no memoir may be more relevant to the current moment. Salman Rushdie’s account of his life and the fatwa brought against him on Valentine’s Day 1989 touches on issues that have become central to our time: the rise of terrorism, the mainstreaming of hate speech and violence, the banning of books, and state-sanctioned censorship—all of which Rushdie battled and of course continues to in the wake of the failed, horrific attempt on his life on August 12 in upstate New York.
“Cursed With An Interesting Life”
The memoir is a rich, complex account of Rushdie’s personal, political, and literary life. The title is taken from the alias the author used during the years he spent under the protection of the British government’s Scotland Yard, and is an amalgam of two authors Rushdie reveres, Joseph Conrad and Anton Chekhov: “‘Joseph Anton.’ He was trying to get used to what he had invented. He had spent his life naming fictional characters. Now by naming himself he had turned himself into a sort of fictional character as well.” A device that heightens the sense of a fictional tale is Rushdie’s choice to write the memoir in the third person, but the reality turns out to be stark.
Irony has a role here too. In isolation, Rushdie watches the film Groundhog Day, he “identifies strongly with its protagonist.” And there is as well unintentional, and harrowing, irony in the instances when he escapes a rumored ambush or muses on the bounties motivating his assassins.
“He had, he told his friends, been cursed with an interesting life,
which sometimes resembled a bad novel by himself.”
Life Underground Takes a Toll
In the course of the memoir, Rushie is married four times, writes ten books, becomes father to two sons, Zafar and Milan, lives in numerous borrowed houses until the successful purchase of a property in London’s Highgate under his second wife’s name. In the course of the book, he has meetings with heads of state, diplomats, members of the Clinton administration, and the US congress, and travels between London, New York, Los Angeles, and Germany, and makes a consequential return to India. To fly he must travel on specialized transport—government flights, mostly—since commercial airlines are reluctant to have him on board, fearful the target on his back will attract violence. Bookstores that sell his books are firebombed, and tragically, translators of his work are attacked, one fatally. The protective team is always on high alert, and at one point offers him a bulletproof vest, which Rushdie refuses. “He would try to walk with his head held high.”
Yet living underground takes its toll. At one point Rushdie grows so depressed he’s unable to write. He’s also geographically separated from his young son, Zafar (from his marriage with Clarissa Luard), unable to visit him in London without the protective unit’s approval. These emotional ebbs and flows run against a backdrop of political and societal events—the fall of the Berlin Wall, the death of Princess Diana, the attacks of Sept 11—and show us, in a way not unlike the sprawling style of Rushdie’s fiction, how his personal history is stitched into contemporary global events.
There are also friendships and delicious glimpses into elite literary life. Rushdie’s literary agent, Andrew Wiley, acts as spokesman, advocate, and negotiator (with publishers as well as with the British protection service); we see the close friendships with writers Günter Grass, Harold Pinter, Bill Buford, Christopher Hitchens, and Margaret Atwood, all of whom provide emotional as well as practical support. In the early years of Rushdie’s exile from public life, by necessity, he lives in a series of borrowed houses to avoid being traced by assassins.
Rushdie’s writing and reading life has a huge presence here. He frequently quotes the writers he loves, such as Joyce’s Stephen Dedalus: “History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.” He also chronicles the many literary events he’s attended over the years. In 1994, he attends the International Parliament of Writers in Strasbourg and finds himself sitting with Toni Morrison, who’d just won the Nobel Prize, and Susan Sontag, who cries, “My God, I’m sitting between the two most famous writers in the world!”
Joseph Anton is a book about books, about writing them and the fundamental freedom to write and to read. And the book at the center of the memoir is The Satanic Verses. Its publication in 1988 was seen as profane, denigrating to Islam and Muhammad, and Ayatollah Khomeini imposed a fatwa, a religious death order that fueled a global wave of hate against Rushdie, despite his detractors proudly stating they’d never read the novel.
In Stockholm to receive the Kurt Tucholsky Prize, Rushdie speaks to the Swedish Academy on the freedom to write and read: “At the heart of the dispute over The Satanic Verses…behind all the accusations and abuse, was a question of profound importance. Who shall have control over the story? Who has, who should have, the power not only to tell the stories with which, and within which, we all lived, but also to say in what manner whose stories may be told?”
That idea lies at the heart of this absorbing memoir. And now, at the end of 2022, as the author recovers from last summer’s attack, his sight in one eye lost along with the use of hand, this memoir makes clear that artists must have control of their words, and no writer should have to face the threat of violence for the stories they tell.