While finishing The Eleventh Hour, Salman Rushdie may have thought of the first sentence of The Satanic Verses: “To be reborn,” sang Gibreel Farishta as he fell from the heavens, “one must first die.” » Because four years after the attack which almost cost him his life, with this collection of five short stories he signed a book pulsating with vitality, irrigated with the joy of writing and sharing it. Published in 2009 and 2020 in the New Yorker, two of them – the first, In the South, and the last, The Old Man in the Piazza – precede this upheaval. But read in its light, they nonetheless resonate, like the three other texts, like a rebirth to fiction, a reunion with the marvelous creative power of the author.
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