Salman Rushdie has created a very modern Don Quixote in a tale of love and family

The good news for fans of Salman Rushdie’s work is that you don’t need to have read Cervantes’ masterwork “Don Quixote” to enjoy Rushdie’s modern reinvention, the newly released “Quichotte” (Random House, $28).

Sure, you’ll probably pick up on hundreds of references and inside jokes if you have. But Rushdie has created something that feels wholly original even if you’ve never heard of the hopelessly romantic Spanish knight-errant who sees danger in windmills.

But it does help to have an open mind. Rushdie’s “magical realism” (aka “making stuff up in an otherwise mostly real setting”) is on full display here. There are mastodons in New Jersey and a talking cricket (“you can call me Jiminy”), and Oprah Winfrey has a legitimate talk-show competitor.

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• Quichotte’s quest to meet and live happily ever after with Miss Salma R., the aforementioned talk-show host of Indian origin.
• And the man writing his story, pen name Sam DuChamp, who has written only “modestly (un)successful” spy novels until he conceives Quichotte.

The two stories bounce off each other in delightful ways, often matching each other character-for-character before finally interweaving in a blockbuster ending that feels earned, if not quite real.

Throughout, Rushdie offers his hallmark social criticism. Quichotte is introduced as a 70-year-old man of “retreating mental powers” suffering from brain damage caused by watching too much television. He lives in the present, or what Rushdie calls the age of “Anything-Can-Happen,” a time when it “was no longer possible to predict the weather, or the likelihood of war, or the outcome of elections.” Miss Salma R. is addicted to painkillers, and Quichotte was a traveling pharmaceutical salesman before embarking on his quest.

Rushdie even gives Quichotte his own Sancho, dreamed to life while witnessing the Perseids meteor shower near Devils Tower in Wyoming. As in Cervantes’ novel, Sancho is the pragmatist to his father’s idealist.

When Quichotte uses the lessons of “The Bachelorette” to help plan his pursuit of Salma R. — “No great quest, my boy, was ever achieved except by those with faith” — Sancho retorts: “But if faith is all you’ve got, you’re going to lose out to the guy with the moves and the good looks.”

The book is crammed with pop culture references like that. He might be satirizing America’s obsession with celebrities, but there’s no doubt Rushdie has paid attention to the trend.

Consider this from Sancho, this time in an inner monologue: “A zillion channels and nothing to hold them together. Garbage out there, and great stuff out there, too, and they both coexist at the same level of reality, both give off the same air of authority. How’s a young person supposed to tell them apart? … Every show on every network tells you the same thing: based upon a true story. … the true story is there’s no true story anymore.”

Fortunately, there are true storytellers, and Rushdie is near the top of that list.

If you haven’t read him before, this is a good book to start with — it’s fabulist and funny while revealing a lot about the world we live in.

Plus, when you’re done, if you pronounce it correctly, you can tell friends you’ve read “Quixote.”