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Midnight's Children

by Salman Rushdie

Author: Salman Rushdie

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Language: English

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Salman Rushdie is one of the greatest Indian writers who was born in Bombay. Of course, this city is more known for its film industry and a great number of movies shot by Bollywood every year. Rushdie is probably not so prolific but he it not less interesting or mysterious. His novels are not so musical as each film created at Bollywood but often the plot of his novels resemble Indian movies oreven become the basis of future films. Midnight's Children is perhaps one of the most remarkable of his works which grained Booker Prize in 1980. The story narrates its readers about two children who were born at midnight of August 15, 1947, that is at the very exact moment when India got its independence. And as it is pretty usual in all Indian plot... Read more

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ISBN: 0812976533
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...wiggling again, thrashing about, like a chicken with a slittedgullet... Together, they cared for me beautifully; but in the matter ofemotion, they were deadly rivals. Once, when they took me for a pram-ridethrough the Hanging Gardens on Malabar Hill, Amina overheard Marytelling the other ayahs, 'Look: here's my own big son'-and felt oddlythreatened. Baby Saleem became, after that, the battleground of theirloves; they strove to outdo one another in demonstrations of affection;while he, blinking by now, gurgling aloud, fed on their emotions, using it toaccelerate his growth, expanding and swallowing infinite hugs kisseschucks-under-the-chin, charging towards the moment when he wouldacquire the essential characteristic of human beings: every day, and only inthose rare moments when I was left alone with the fisherman's pointingfinger, I tried to heave myself erect in my cot.(And while I made unavailing efforts to get to my feet, Amina, too, wasin the grip of a useless resolve-she was...



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