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...writing under a death sentence takes on a certain poignance. And the temptation exists, since he is the West's most prominent enforced recluse, to read everything he has written since the Ayatullah Khomeini's infamous fatwa in 1988 as a comment on his personal dilemma. But The Moor's Last Sigh--Rushdie's first novel since The Satanic Verses--should not be taken only, or even principally, as veiled autobiography. It is much too teeming and turbulent, too crammed with history and dreams, to fit into any imaginable category, except that of the magically comic...
...story that Moraes--nicknamed the Moor by his parents--most urgently wants to tell is how his "happy childhood in Paradise" ended in a bitter exile decreed by his mother Aurora da Gama Zogoiby, a famous painter and one of India's most controversial women. But since he is literally writing for time, the Moor throws in a whole lot more: everything he has heard or can remember or dream up about his mother's family. The eccentric and marvelously fractious Da Gamas trace their lineage, perhaps incorrectly, to the Portuguese explorer Vasco da Gama, who was the first European...
Readers of Rushdie's earlier novels will recognize the Moor's unusual affliction as a typical ambushing of the real by the preposterous. In his speeded-up growth, which makes him bigger than everyone else his age--"I was a skyscraper freed of all legal restraints, a one-man population explosion, a megalopolis"--the Moor can stand as an embodiment of India itself. The link is underscored by the pulls and tugs on his loyalties, the presumptive European strain in his ancestry and the transreligion union between his Christian mother and Jewish father: "I, however, was raised neither as Catholic...
...Rushdie, speaking through the Moor, is not writing an allegory or a political tract about recent Indian history, although elements of both are undeniably present. And when his narrator gets a bit preachy, he quickly cuts himself off: "Enough, enough: away with this soap-box! Unplug this loud-hailer, and be still, my wagging finger!" The true subject of The Moor's Last Sigh is language in all its uninhibited and unpredictable power to go reality one better and rescue humans from the fate of suffering in silence...
...Moor's deft way with words seems to be an inheritance from his mother, whose odd way of speaking he lovingly records. Here she instructs an artist to paint her children's nursery with episodes drawn from Hollywood cartoons: "Give me boulders that only temporarily flattofy you when they drop down on your head, bombs that give black faces only, and running-over-empty-air-until-you-looko down. Give me knottofied-up rifle barrels, and bathfuls of big gold coins. Never mind about harps and angels, forget all those stinking gardens; for my kiddies, this is the Paradise...