PROFILES: DEFIANCE
The New Yorker|February 13 - 20, 2023 (Double Issue)
Despite a near-fatal stabbing and decades of death threats-Salman Rushdie won't stop telling stories.
DAVID REMNICK
PROFILES: DEFIANCE

When Salman Rushdie turned seventy-five, last summer, he had every reason to believe that he had outlasted the threat of assassination. A long time ago, on Valentine’s Day, 1989, Iran's Supreme Leader, Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini, declared Rushdie’s novel The Satanic Verses” blasphemous and issued a fatwa ordering the execution of its author and all those involved in its publication.” Rushdie, a resident of London, spent the next decade in a fugitive existence, under constant police protection. But after settling in New York, in 2000, he lived freely, insistently unguarded. He refused to be terrorized.

There were times, though, when the lingering threat made itself apparent, and not merely on the lunatic reaches of the Internet. In 2012, during the annual autumn gathering of world leaders at the United Nations, I joined a small meeting of reporters with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the President of Iran, and I asked him if the multimillion-dollar bounty that an Iranian foundation had placed on Rushdie’s head had been rescinded. Ahmadinejad smiled with a glint of malice. Salman Rushdie, where is he now?” he said. There is no news of him. Is he in the United States? If he is in the US., you shouldn't broadcast that, for his own safety.”

Within a year, Ahmadinejad was out of office and out of favor with the mullahs. Rushdie went on living as a free man. The years passed. He wrote book after book, taught, lectured, travelled, met with readers, married, divorced, and became a fixture in the city that was his adopted home. If he ever felt the need for some vestige of anonymity, he wore a baseball cap.

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