If my memory serves me right, I first saw Salman Rushdie standing next to his ex-wife Padma Lak-shmi in a photo that was published in a magazine. Padma Lakshmi looked otherwor-l-dly beautiful in a knee-length dress and along with her was a middle--aged man with a rotund belly and a receding hairline. He had his hand comfortably gripping the dainty wai-stline of this model with a sheepish smile on his face. My reaction to the photograph was that of any teenager: how on earth?