From the Booker Prize-winning, bestselling author of Midnight's Children and The Satanic Verses comes nine stories that reveal the oceanic distances and the unexpected intimacies between East and West.
Daring, extravagant, comical and humane, this book renews Rushdie's stature as a storyteller who can enthrall and instruct us with the same sentence.
"Richly nuanced, full or humor, bitter anger, an embracing tenderness, and a buyancy of language." —Boston Globe
"Richly nuanced, full or humor, bitter anger, an embracing tenderness, and a buyancy of language." —Boston Globe
"One of the decade's great literary triumphs: magical, compassionate, wise, beautiful, and so very entertaining." —The Toronto Star
"Richly imaginative...The characters are memorable, the language swift, and the reader is touched by desire, friendship and love." —The Globe and Mail
"A pleasure to read...The stories in East, West have the careful precision of ivory miniatures. And all of them, beneath their infectiously playful surfaces ponder the imponderables of human fate." —Macleans's
From the Booker Prize-winning, bestselling author of Midnight's Children and The Satanic Verses comes nine stories that reveal the oceanic distances and the unexpected intimacies between East and West.
Daring, extravagant, comical and humane, this book renews Rushdie's stature as a storyteller who can enthrall and instruct us with the same sentence.
"Richly nuanced, full or humor, bitter anger, an embracing tenderness, and a buyancy of language." —Boston Globe
Praise
"Richly nuanced, full or humor, bitter anger, an embracing tenderness, and a buyancy of language." —Boston Globe
"One of the decade's great literary triumphs: magical, compassionate, wise, beautiful, and so very entertaining." —The Toronto Star
"Richly imaginative...The characters are memorable, the language swift, and the reader is touched by desire, friendship and love." —The Globe and Mail
"A pleasure to read...The stories in East, West have the careful precision of ivory miniatures. And all of them, beneath their infectiously playful surfaces ponder the imponderables of human fate." —Macleans's
