A set of performative calisthenics more strained than satisfying; a meandering constitutional; a shake of the wrist spilling out a bag overpacked with tricks ... The references pile up and stories nest within stories and it all becomes impossible to peel apart, like slices of American cheese without the cellophane ... The heart wants badly to praise this valiant late-career offering from Salman Rushdie: teeming intellect, generous soul, survivor, bon vivant, lover of language ... But the brain struggles to find a way.
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