From: hjkhjkhd@hhhh.com   
      
   'For a time, Rushdie was optimistic about what would   
   emerge from this great churn of people across the   
   globe. He became the poet laureate of mongrelisation,   
   a writer who rejoiced that "everywhere was now part of   
   everywhere else. Russia, America, London, Kashmir. Our   
   lives, our stories, flowed into one another's, were no   
   longer our own, individual, discrete."   
      
   In 1985, he wrote - with soaring hope - that "the   
   effect of mass migrations has been the creation of   
   radically new types of human being: people who root   
   themselves in ideas rather than places... people who   
   have been obliged to define themselves - because they   
   are so defined by others - by their otherness." But   
   the gloriously disembodied, pan-national ideology that   
   emerged from this swirl turned out to be his nemesis:   
   Islamism. It is one of the many ironies in Rushdie's   
   irony-strewn life. He sees now that as well as   
   softening and secularising Islam for some, this   
   uprooting has hardened Islam into a sharpened spike   
   for more.   
      
   The mass uprooting he celebrated helped to create the   
   Islamist pining for a fictitious lost purity that is   
   trying to kill him, a desperate quest to recreate the   
   Mecca of Mohammed in the world's cold concrete   
   jungles: "I have spent a lot of my life looking   
   positively at the consequences of migration. Now I'm   
   being forced to see that there's a nightmare as well   
   as a dream." '   
      
   http://news.independent.co.uk/people/profiles/article1868548.ece   
      
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