Blame the Viagra

John Updike, reviewing Shalimar the Clown, on "Rushdiean overflow":

His novels pour by in a sparkling, voracious onrush, each wave topped with foam, each paragraph luxurious and delicious, but the net effect perilously close to stultification. His prose hops with dropped names, compulsive puns, learned allusions, winks at the reader, and repeated bows to popular culture. His plots proceed by verbal connection and elaboration as much as by character interaction.

Is there a potential pot/kettle/black situation here?  I mean, that gratuitous Jodie Foster reference at the end of the review isn't exactly helping Mr. Updike's case.