Rushdie's Shelter of the world

Sir Salman Rushdie's new short published in New Yorker. Read

The story started with brilliance but then he shrink wrapped anecdotes from our part of the world into flowery English prose. Add a dash of orientalism, a pinch of eroticism, and his Hobson Jobson of a vocabulary and Rushdie himself becomes Jahanpanna to literature. The compression of the lead character, Akbar, was well represented with the royal 'we', the barbarian ancestors and the mythical Jodha (the perfect wife exists in fantasy?) but the arc of the story vanishes into an oblivion of scrotum scratches.

I still think he is a great writer, a master of his craft, but here he became too lazy to even complete his own fantasy. A disappointing finale, maybe he was impressed by the Sopranos, or maybe he is holding out for a novel.