I have a long standing desire to wallop Deborah Soloman. Her latest conversation with writer Mohsin Hamid:
Like your novel, this interview is a conversation between an American listener and a Pakistani man with a beard. Are we also doomed to misunderstanding? Do you think I’m a C.I.A. agent? If you had short hair and a bulge in your jacket, I might assume you were.
Do you think I am mistaking you for a fundamentalist? I don’t know. But you are doing me the honor of trying to understand me.
I don’t know if I trust you. Put that into the piece!