Following is the first paragraph of Salman Rushdie's latest book 'The Enchantress of Florence'. Is he a wordsmith? Beyond doubt.
In the day's last light the glowing lake below the palace-city looked like a sea of molten gold. A traveller coming this way at sunset - this traveller, coming this way, now, along the lakeshore road - might believe himself to be approaching the throne of a monarch so fabulously wealthy that he could allow a portion of his treasure to be poured into a giant hollow in the earth to dazzle and awe his guests. And as big as the lake of gold was, it must be only a drop drawn from the sea of the larger fortune - traveller's imagination could not begin to grasp the size of that mother-ocean! Nor were there guards at the golden water's edge; was the king so generous, then, that he allowed all his subjects, and perhaps even strangers and visitors like the traveller himself , without hindrance to draw up liquid bounty from the lake? That would indeed be a prince among men, a veritable Prestor John, whose lost kingdom of song and fable contained impossible wonders. Perhaps (the traveller surmised) the fountain of eternal youth lay within the city walls - perhaps even the legendary doorway to Paradise on Earth was somewhere close at hand? But then the sun fell below the horizon, the gold sank beneath the water's surface, and was lost. Mermaids and serpents would guard it until the return of daylight. Until then, water itself would be the only treasure on offer, a gift the thirsty traveller gratefully accepted.
The whole book is such a joy to read. I dare say that, though Midnight's Children may be a better book, this one is immensely breathtaking and a treat to the senses. A must read.
