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  • USING WORDS TO REMAKE AND RECLAIM THE WORLD

    Posted On April 28, 2024

    By Karan Thapar

    Unlike his earlier masterpieces, in his latest book ‘Knife: Meditations After an Attempted Murder’, on the terrible attack that almost killed him, Salman Rushdie speaks directly to the reader. Intimately and honestly, seeking understanding whilst attempting to convince, sharing his uncertainty, revealing his pain and inner conflicts, he maps out the slow but confidently steady journey of his recovery. It’s a very human voice. Very personal. You could say it’s more Salman than Rushdie.

     

    I always knew he’d write about the attack. How could a novelist not? But I was judging as a reader. Rushdie’s explanation tells you what the effort meant to him. “To write would be my way of owning what happened, taking charge of it, making it mine, refusing to be a mere victim. I would answer violence with art.”

     

    The book is Rushdie’s response and the title is carefully chosen. He was brutally attacked with a knife. That’s so different to a gun. “A knife attack is a kind of intimacy, a knife’s a close-up weapon, and the crimes it commits are intimate encounters.” But a knife is also a tool. It acquires meaning from the way you use it. In that sense, language too is a knife.

     

    “Language was my knife”, Rushdie explains. “If I had unexpectedly been caught in an unwanted knife fight, maybe this was the knife I could use to fight back. It could be the tool I would use to remake and reclaim my world.”

     

    Rushdie’s description of the attack is clinical, chilling but riveting. “I can still see the moment in slow motion. My eyes follow the running man as he leaps out of the audience and approaches me. I see each step of his headlong run. I watch myself coming to my feet and turning toward him …. I raise my left hand in self-defence. He plunges the knife into it.”

     

    As if he was watching what was happening like a person other than the victim, Rushdie writes “he was just stabbing wildly, stabbing and slashing, the knife flailing at me as if it had a life of its own.”

     

    It seems Rushdie didn’t lose consciousness. He was grimly aware of what was happening. “I remember lying on the floor watching the pool of my blood spreading outward from my body. That’s a lot of blood, I thought. And then I thought: I’m dying. It didn’t feel dramatic, or particularly awful. It just felt probable. Yes, that was very likely what was happening. It felt matter-of-fact.”

     

    At the time what Rushdie didn’t realize is he was determined to survive. “ ‘My credit cards are in that pocket’, I mumbled to whoever might be paying attention. ‘My house keys are in the other pocket’ … now, looking back, hearing my broken voice insist on those things, the things of my normal everyday life, I think that a part of me – some battling part deep within – simply had no plan to die, and fully intended to use those keys and cards again … some part of me (was) whispering, Live. Live.”

     

    He was stabbed fifteen times. In the neck, right eye, left hand, liver, abdomen, forehead, cheeks, mouth and across his torso. To Alan Yentob of the BBC, he said his right eye felt like a soft-boiled egg resting on his upper cheek. In his book, the trauma of losing it is unsentimentally discussed. “Even now, writing this, I still haven’t come to terms with the loss. It’s difficult physically … but it’s even more difficult emotionally. To accept that this is how it’s going to be for the rest of my life … it’s depressing.

     

    When the attack happened Macron and Biden, even Boris Johnson who never liked Rushdie, expressed horror and concern. Macron famously said “His fight is our fight”. But from the country he was born in, and with which he identifies, there was only official silence. “India, the country of my birth and my deepest inspiration, on that day found no words.”

     

    Shame on us.


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