Before this I prided myself on loving all kinds of books. This piece of work proved me wrong in the first 30 pages, so much so that I couldn’t even go past that mark. Therefore, here you will read about my experience with Shame, but not an entire review, as I don’t think I would be capable of providing you with an accurate one.
Before you read anything about my own experience, please note a couple of things:
I started this book with really high expectations, as I have read plenty of amazing reviews about the works of Salman Rushdie. About how he is capable of capturing the most wonderful worlds on pages and how creatively he does it.
Second of all, I learned that I cannot bear reading text that goes nowhere. I go crazy because of it and I would rather not put myself through that.
The first 10 pages were pretty good, I have to admit that. The pacing was well done and we got a good hang of the characters right away. Setting this world in “Not Pakistan” is an interesting choice, but I think it worked really well for the feel of this book.
After that once our hero was born things started spiralling. Nothing was part of the story anymore, Rushdie either kept talking about scenery or jumping into the future to tell us some weird happenings. I couldn’t really follow after a while and I completely lost my patience.
A kid is literally just born and he talks about the mountains he sees for the first time, then goes on rambling like an old grandpa who has dementia and doesn’t recognize the world around him.
There is only one way I can describe how I felt reading these first 30 pages:
Imagine taking speed first, then alcohol to make you dizzy, then finally some sleeping pills, ’cause I could barely keep my eyes open after a short while.
Either way, I realize that it’s probably me and not the author or his book. I’m simply not into this weird genre and the style it was written in or perhaps I’m not mature enough to appreciate such a work.
Maybe I’ll get back to it in a couple of years.