A review by sternjon
Joseph Anton: A Memoir by Salman Rushdie

2.0

Prose is just electric at times, but the book is so colossally name-droppy regarding other writers and their kindness or betrayal that it's grating. The third person conceit is just pompous after awhile. Not sure I'll even finish. Disappointing in how self-involved he is. Will probably just read Midnight's Children.