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All he wanted was an autumn fling instead what he’s got is a giant head ache…
Who could be sure how the ‘romantic liason’ (if one can call it that) began earlier this summer, between Social Life Magazine’s
Cover Model at Large Editor in Chief, Devorah Rose and iconic novelist Salman Rushdie actually began? Did he reach out to her, did she reach out to him or was it fate that brought them together?
At first a sweet barrage of tweets, texts and facebook messaging back and forth (yes kids, welcome to love and romance in the twenty first century) had these two exchanging giddy messages between each other. As evidenced below courtesy of Ms Rose who sent the following to my email account earlier this week after being spooked by page 6’s less than stellar portrayal of Ms Rose as an opportunist (yes the audacity kids!).
Mr Rushdie for his part by now was himself spooked, sensing that he was being beat at his own game. He seeking the affections of a fabulously tweaked femme fatale, her the company and the connection of a high profile figure. He then went on the defensive issuing a disclaimer that he had never sought Ms Rose’s affections. A clear bold lie as it turned out and something Ms Rose took to corroborate with a volley of new messages that her ‘man’ had being sending to her all along.
Not one for being publicly humiliated (yes kids, social standing requires one to peddle as much good feel stories about oneself as possible) Ms Rose set about to clean the slate. Except the slate cleaning seems to have backfired.
dailymail.co.uk: Ms Rose said that the British-Iranian author sent her texts saying ‘If you continue to place material in the public domain, I will have to consider all my options.’
She said he then sent another text making his point perfectly clear: ‘Cease and desist instantly’.
Cease and desist?? But Salman you don’t understand Ms Rose just wanted you to like her and bring you to the loins of her good will and ardent admiration. Something surely you could appreciate?
Upon further contemplation, Ms Rose confided to this author that she suspected Mr Rushdie was mortified that their tryst which was now becoming public fodder might serve to preempt his desires to reignite a unison with his ex wife Padma Lakshmi who by now would be outraged if she knew Mr Rushdie’s heart was somewhere else.
Confided Ms Rose by text to me yesterday afternoon as to why she had sought relentless exposure of her being publicly dumped she had this to say:
‘I need support and kindness right now. Can we please talk? Please? I appreciate you. You’ve always listened to me. But its unfair to you to get mad at me for defending myself.’
Unfair perhaps Ms Rose, but even some degree of civility, awareness and understanding that duplicitous peddling of one’s image at a private dinner party might be going a bit too far for an old goat looking to have his cake and eat it too. Perhaps the same could be said of you too Ms Rose?
Welcome to the stellar affairs of socialites and literary icons trying to outwit and outsmart each other and a love relationship down the drain. Never mind Ms Rose you know where to find me, perhaps we can go for a long walk and wonder to ourselves out aloud why the merry go round suddenly stopped short…
Don’t you wish you were a high profile socialite with their knickers flapping in the wind? I bet…