The Moor’s Last Sigh, Salman Rushdie

I'm going tough on Rushdie with this rating: it's a really high 3. Akin with his usual work there are some incredible passages here. Midway through it my interest fizzled out, either because it didn't have enough direction or the narrator seemed to be choking on his English Hindu hybrid language. In a lot of ways, it was similar to Midnight's Children in that we get to follow a family saga through the history of India and the narrator has a supernatural issue. I didn't really want to read a second Midnight's Children, so that may have dampened the interest a bit. At least this was more entertaining and wittier, with richer, spicier characters. But what it severely lacked was that drive to get the reader out of the middle doldrums, when even some of the best plotless books tend to drag on a bit.