On Salman Rushdie

I don’t know what to say about what happened: I don’t have anything to say that lots of other people haven’t said already. The only things that come to my mind are angry thoughts and garbled images. Not just about Rushdie and what happened to him, but the world now and forever—a place Rushdie has depicted more deeply than most, in thoughts and bursting, chaotic images, the sense of multiple realities layering each other.