U2 and Salman Rushdie

The Ground Beneath her Feat (Hardcover)

“In autumn 1999, I published my novel The Ground Beneath Her Feet, in which the Orpheus myth winds through a story set in the world of rock music. Orpheus is the defining myth for both singers and writers – for the Greeks, he was the greatest singer as well as the greatest poet – and it was my Orphic tale that finally made possible the collaboration we’d been kicking around. It happened, like many good things, without being planned.

I sent Bono and U2’s manager, Paul McGuinness, prepublication copies of the novel, in typescript, hoping that they would tell me if the thing worked or not. Bono said afterwards that he had been worried on my behalf, believing that I had taken on an impossible task, and that he began reading the book in the spirit of a “policeman” – that is, to save me from my mistakes. Fortunately, the novel passed the test. Deep inside it is the lyric of what Bono called the novel’s “title track,” a sad elegy written by the main male character about the woman he loved, who has been swallowed up in an earthquake: a contemporary Orpheus’s lament for his lost Eurydice.

Bono called me. “I’ve written this melody for your words, and I think it might be one of the best things I’ve done.” I was astonished. One of the novel’s principal images is that of the permeable frontier between the world of the imagination and the one we inhabit, and here was an imaginary song crossing that frontier. I went to McGuinness’s place near Dublin to hear it. Bono played the demo CD to me in his car. Only when he was sure that I liked it – and I liked it right away – did we go back indoors and play it for the assembled company.” –Salman Rushdie

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Latest notes from Rushdie:

We need somebody to come up with a word that persuades us that the idea of gods and the idea of no gods are both norms. That if some people think of life as mamu, and others want it to be filled with mashngi, well, that’s pretty normal.
If we had such a word we could agree to differ and our endless civil war would end. We could shake hands and accept the idea that the world of E-ninnu temples built to glorify the god Ningirsu and the world of no temples at all could exist simultaneously, side by side, without a problem.

I will think about this now:

God or no god, this does not matter …

Just live as if there was a God!

And how are you? How did you live your life?

Carpe diem or rather wasted your precious limited time?