East, West (Paperback)
This dazzling collection of short stories explores the allure and confusion of what happens when East meets West.
Fantasy and realism collide as a rickshaw driver writes letters home describing his film star career in Bombay; a mispronunciation leads to romance and an unusual courtship in sixties London; two childhood friends turned diplomats live out fantasies hatched by" Star Trek"; and Christopher Columbus dreams of consummating his relationship with Queen Isabella. With one foot in the East and one foot in the West, this collection reveals the oceanic distances and the unexpected intimacies between the two.
About the Author
Sir SALMAN RUSHDIE is the multi-award winning author of eleven previous novels--"Luka and the Fire of Life," "Grimus," "Midnight's Children "(which won the Booker Prize, 1981, and the Best of the Booker Prize, 2008), "Shame, The Satanic Verses," "Haroun and the Sea of Stories," "The Moor's Last Sigh," "The Ground Beneath Her Feet," "Fury," "Shalimar the Clown" and "The Enchantress of Florence"--and one collection of short stories, "East, West." He has also published three works of non-fiction: "The Jaguar Smile," "Imaginary Homelands: Essays and Criticism 1981-1991 "and "Step Across This Line," and coedited two anthologies, "Mirrorwork "and "Best American Short Stories 2008." His memoir, "Joseph Anton," published in 2012, became an internationally acclaimed bestseller. It was praised as "the finest memoir...in many a year" ("The Washington Post"). His books have been translated into over forty languages. He is a former president of American PEN.
"One of the decade's great literary triumphs: magical, compassionate, wise, beautiful, and so very entertaining." --The Toronto Star
"Richly imaginative...The characters are memorable, the language swift, and the reader is touched by desire, friendship and love." --The Globe and Mail
"A pleasure to read...The stories in East, West have the careful precision of ivory miniatures. And all of them, beneath their infectiously playful surfaces ponder the imponderables of human fate." --Macleans's