Let me start by saying this book is dense, Salman Rushdie took his time writing this book. We follow the story of the protagonist Saleem, who as the book progresses is falling apart more and more. (Literally) This book is far from a fast pace book. If ever an award for a book that beats around the bush and alludes to things were given out, Midnight’s Children would win the award every time. There is a lot to take in. One of the biggest themes is fragmentation: Both of his body and the land. The book takes place during the territory conflict in India. Our protagonist is has abilities along with other people who share something in common with him. Throughout the novel Saleem is constantly reminded of the conflict, both internal and external, he has to deal with. This book does NOT lack in culture, from the character names to locations, Rushdie does a wonderful job importing the reader to India and Pakistan. Though this book does drag at times, Rushdie inserts a character to make fun of you for being bored and impatient. When you’ve heard those particular details three times already he tells them to you a fourth.
This book beats the reader over the head with its flamboyant mysticism–maddeningly repetitive, sickeningly self-conscious, pompous and insistent. It’s a smack-you-upside-the-head and shout-in-your-ear allegory.