I can imagine little kids enacting it as a drama. I can imagine myself reading this to my little sister as a bedtime story that continues over days.
It reads well and could make for a great stop-motion animation video (has anyone tried it yet?) I can hear the sound of shehnai playing as the father-son take on their adventures of a night. There, the fractions of Gup and Chup are waging a war to save the Ocean of Stories and the Princess Batcheat (yes, baat-cheet which is hindustani for chitter-chatter) betrothed to Prince Bolo (or Prince ‘talk’) Haroun travels to Kahani, a second moon orbiting earth so fast that we cannot see it. Iff wears a turban and ‘aubergine pants’ which are very like the patialas sikh men wear. The story is populated with outlandish, rhyming dialogues, a Water Genie called Iff and a hoopoe called Butt. Published in 1990, Haroun and the Sea of Stories is a magical Indianized Arabian Nights that involves Rashid Khalipha (the Shah of Blah) and his son Haroun and their adventures through a Dahl-ish world of a sea of stories that are being polluted by Khattam-Shud (which is hindustani for ‘the end’), a power-hungry hater of words and lover of silence. My imaginations were realities I could not attain. And I doubt there were very many stories around that allowed me, an Indian girl, to take fancy trips of the imagination. I did not think the idea of Ned and Nancy watching a movie at night was very realistic - I was an awkward conventee in a conservative Indian home. Yet, every time I read them, I remember having a distinct problem: I did not have friends called Ned, Nancy or George or Pam and Jack. If that is not possible, please use the links on the page and support us.
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