When news broke... Nobody wondered why on earth anyone would suddenly attack an ageing British-Indian writer.
Rushdie speaks of lying on the ground surrounded by chaos, a spectacular quantity of blood all around me, before being helped by a bystander he knows only as The Thumb: My memory is that he was a big guy.
The 76-year-old, who lost the use of his right eye in the attack, offers self-deprecatingly pithy descriptions of the pain of having his eyelid sewn shut.
Both the latter experiences underscore how the attack altered his daily life, from pouring water to undergoing medical procedures.
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