Unlike the book "Half A Life" by V.S. Naipaul, the novel Fury is difficult to read at one go. Self completed Naipaul in two days time. The narrative is simple but disjointed at several places going back & forth. Still one was aware of the continuity of the plt and follow it. With all good points Naipaul's is a hate book. Rushdie is some thing fantastic. One has to try hand to pick up the thread of the plot from point to another. There is realism and it is fantastically presented thus making the narrative magical surrealism. In fact the plot is thin. The heroes egoism big. But we were made to believe that the hero had no ego. The heroe's british family is real, loving and compassionate. The estrangement in this set has no convincing explanation. This haunts the later life of the hero making to follow fantasies. With all the unexplained fury overbearing him the hero indulges in sexual acts that never seemed real. At last hero goes to oblivian to his deserved death.
K.N. Krishnan.
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