Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Well, possums, it's early yet, but it seems as though this divorce has become, with apologies to Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner, the war of neuroses. Yesterday, Sir Salman Rushdie struck the first blow, pointing the henna'd finger of blame at Lady Rushdie, via his publicist Jin Auh, who put it thus: "Salman Rushdie has agreed to divorce his wife, Padma Lakshmi, because of her desire to end their marriage."
Now Lady Rushdie reminds us, via her own publicist, Christina Papadopoulos, that when you point the henna'd finger of blame, there are three other henna'd fingers pointing back at you: Lady Rushdie "has agreed with her husband-author, Salman Rushdie, to end their marriage." (That "husband-author" business thrills our little CompLit-major soul to the core. It's as if Galatea had turned on Pygmalion, as if we were watching Ibsen's A Blow-up Doll's House.) "After an 8-year relationship including over three years of marriage, Lakshmi regrets that their mutual efforts failed to make the marriage work," the press release added.
Oh dear, Salman Rushdie truly did win the Book Her Prize with this one, didn't he?