I wanted to like this more. There were a few times I almost DNF. I persisted because the family’s story drew me in. Rushdie has a way of waxing poetic on human psyche. There are a lot of intellectually packed one liners on how “we thought we were superheroes only to remove the mask and find out we were the super villain.”
As all his books, he writes on reality but often masked as fiction.
Overall I’m glad I read it.