Salman Rushdie can get away with a little more than your average
author. Forget the Booker, forget the knighthoodโthe man has had
a bounty on his head (spiritually speaking, natch) since 1989, because
of a book. He’s actually put his life on the line for
literature. So if he wants to write a meandering, 300-plus page
historical fantasy novel that features epic battles, pirates, women who
are dreamed into existence, and the odd witch’s curse or two, who’s
going to tell him no?
The Enchantress of Florence belongs in the fantasy section,
up there with Marion Zimmer Bradley and Robert Jordan. It is, however,
going to get filed in the “Serious Literature for Smart People”
section. Serious Smart People who read it will likely be aghast.
Fantasy fans who read it will likely just be bored.
Akbar is the ruler of the vast Mughal empire, a just emperor whose
only problem is that he is lonely: His sons are disappointments and his
queen is a mere figment of imagination who is willed into existence by
the force of his desire. He longs to find “a man a king might talk to
in ways that his own flesh and blood might not understand.” Enter the
mysterious Mughal of Love, who arrives at court claiming to be Akbar’s
nephew, and who captivates the emperor with a long story about the most
beautiful woman in the world.
The story the Mughal tells, which encompasses the lifespan of three
close friends and the beautiful woman one of them will ultimately
marry, is promising, but the labyrinthine plottinessโparallel
storylines, characters who share names and sometimes faces, and
elaborate recountings of the machinations of empireโoverwhelm the
genuine pleasures the book has to offer. Buried amid historical
meanderings are real, compelling characters and a surprisingly bawdy,
funny streakโfor entire paragraphs at a time, it’s possible to
lose yourself in Rushdie’s illuminating prose. But that effect never
lasts, and even 300 pages in, reading Enchantress still feels
like work.The tale’s payoff, when it comes, doesn’t justify the effort
required to get there. Maybe he’ll try his hand at a courtroom thriller
next time….

Sigh, I guess I should read this. I’ve tried so many times to like Rushdie.