Knife

Good parts are Rushdie's imaginings, mental literary meanderings, and gallows humor. Would have been fine as a long-form article, a love letter to his new wife and to aging's difficulties healing, touches only briefly on the regret of still being better known for his tragedies than for his books.

On August 12, 2022, a young radicalized Muslim man stabbed famed author Salman Rushdie some 15 times.

Rushdie explicitly disowns the idea of writing as therapy, but also says that he didn't feel like he could move on to write other work without first writing this book, a memoir of his experience. Much of it is a recounting of his journey to recover from his injuries at the hands of an amateur would-be assassin.

However, it very much veers into therapy during an extended chapter where Rushdie imagines conversations with his attacker in a jailhouse interrogation room over four days. That chapter is the most awkward of the book; it invents the workings of his assailant's mind from common tropes about radicalized Islamists, and then knocks those positions down handily.

The rest is engaging. Rushdie writes with humor and reveals enough of his emotions and frustrations that the experience is more than mere recitation. Rushdie is his own narrator in the audiobook, and has quite a talent for it. After this, I very much want to try again to read Midnight's Children, a book I've failed to progress beyond about 100 pages on multiple occasions.