He is visible only to Rosa, a lonely Indian girl to whom he gradually reveals his intentions. “He had now been dead for some months, but at last he began to understand why he was still here, still present within the College grounds. There was something incomplete about his life that needed to be completed before he could rest … Revenge. Exoneration, and revenge.” He gets it too. It’s an odd story, for which Rushdie shamelessly plunders the life of Alan Turing, but it’s an interesting exercise in thinking what death entails.
