Salman Rushdie’s knighthood is bound to be criticised in some quarters, but, in its way, it is a historic moment, a collective rite of recognition for an author who paid a terrible personal price for his readiness to write candidly about the problems, confusions and vibrant possibilities of our post-colonial, mixed-up, multi-faith world. Midnight’s Children is still the best exploration of the pressures of these themes, and The Satanic Verses tackled the phenomenon of Islamism long before 9/11 and starred a Bollywood actor long before Shilpa won Big Brother. Click here for an article in which I argued that the Rushdie Affair was the moment the long war really began. Arise, Sir Salman – and congratulations.

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