It’s not quite fury and it’s nowhere near Verses or Children, but it’s an interesting take on the three great democracies lurch toward fascism through the lens not just of Quixote, but also pop culture references and more. Rushdie appears to be writing as much about himself these days as anything else, so perhaps his next book he can exclude the self-deprecation and find a single character we can empathise singularly with. Sister perhaps, or someone like her. After all, while He tends to write stories where the heroes are men, it’s often the women characters who are those Most approachable to the reader.