Sublime

‘My son,’ he said. ‘I shall call him Coin.’ A NAME AS GOOD AS ANY OTHER, said Death politely. His empty sockets stared down at a small round face wrapped in sleep. Despite rumour, Death isn’t cruel – merely terribly, terribly good at his job.

Bird

insurgent

The Satanic Verses was my first experience of both magical realism and metafiction.

As for Flaubert, Madame Bovary is one of the few novels that move me in every way—not only in its style, but in its total communicability, like the effect of good poetry. What I really mean is that a great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. Its writer should, too.