We're not quite sure what to make of Salman Rushdie chasing down journalists with a baseball bat. On one hand, we'd probably be a bit pissed if we had to live secretly while a price was on our head or the novels we turned out were declared more and more irrelevant. But Rushdie's fury was driven by words against his wife. We only wonder how he'll survive the acid barbs of Fleet Street.
Posted by DrMabuse at February 22, 2005 07:08 PM