There was once, in the country of Alifbay, a sad city, the saddest of cities, a city so ruinously sad that it had forgotten its name. It stood by a mournful sea of glumfish, which were so miserable to eat that they made people belch with melancholy even though the skies were blue.
Salman Rushdie
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
1990
This book is a beautiful fairy tale à la Rushdie. Full of curious turns of phrase, marvelous imagery, and otherworldly childhood adventures, it is also drenched in two of my favourite things: stories and the sea. I am powerless before it.
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