Set between England and the wintry land of Liminus, a world enslaved by the monstrous Gamp and populated by fearsome, enchanting creatures, D (Tale of Two Worlds) is a mesmerising tale of friendship and bravery in an uncertain world. And this is where our story really begins. Though she doesn't know why, Dhikilo is summoned to the home of her old history teacher Professor Dodderfield and his faithful Labrador, Nelly Robinson. Soon the local dentist and the neighbour's Dalmatian are missing, and even the Donkey Derby has been called off. It all starts on the morning the letter D disappears from the language.įirst, it vanishes from her parents' conversation at breakfast, then from the road signs outside. A story that will be found and enjoyed and dreamed about for years to come'Ī celebration of friendship, courage and imagination inspired by Alice in Wonderland, The Chronicles of Narnia and The Wizard of Oz. Put an end to this system, step out of the system, and spend some quality time with the creatures you love.NEIL GAIMAN: 'Glorious. At least you will help someone else, a good cause. Or buy something from a NGO or a charity. It will never stop, unless we put a full stop at the end of this sentence, at the end of this thought. A new car, a new apartment, a boat, a shining dress for New Year’s Eve, the ultimate mobile phone, objects, objects, objects. We have been fostered with the idea that we need anything, just because we have the money to buy them. And I wonder how many useless things are waiting for us under a Christmas tree. A 1km car ride is more indispensable than the life of a polar bear. A stupid, useless object is more worth than the purr of a cat. That’s the season of darkness, the winter of despair the friends on the social media count more than the people around us. Yet, we have become completely unable to communicate meaningfully. We can actually speak with someone in Australia. We have everything in before us, endless chances and possibilities, incredible experiences that our parents could not even think about. Yes, this would be the season of light and the spring of hope. We came to believe in anything and anyone, just to recover our incredulity when it’s too late. We are given anything we want, just to feed our foolishness. We are framed in this picture and we are still unable to see and perceive the frame. But we are losing track of our experiments and we are losing this game. We are playing on the threshold between life and death. And yet, all these are but improved means used for unimproved ends. We can travel to the moon and back, we can analyze the soil and the oceans, we can break our DNA into pieces, we can even create life. I’m sure ours is the age of wisdom: the sciences and the humanities are improving our lives and broadening our knowledge. Insecurity, no retirement, no job, no equality, politicians, viruses, cancer, mental diseases, fear, loss, detachment, CLIMATE CHANGE, loss of biodiversity, loss of our own humanity and animality, loss of the value of life. When something – even something useless and meaningless – is missing from this bright picture, there’s just despair. Do you need anything else? Just buy it, and you’ll have it. Houses, cars, furniture, clothes, a lot of food (a lot!), leisure, holidays, everything just a click away from home, glasses and crutches, health care, education, television, washing machine, dish washer, a warm shower in the morning, a glass of red wine in the evening. Think about all the advantages that the common Western citizen has today. I would say that our age is just thinking about the present moment, that flickering moment that lasts than a blink and that will soon vanish into nothing. Emerson said that “Our age is retrospective”. Even though after the Enlightenment we may have thought that humanity has reached its highest peak, new improvements have always changed our lives, in a way improving our daily lives, in part depriving them of their essential flavors. Instead, as Dickens knew, it has everything to do with us, both because history is a cycle and because each and every age in history has its merits and its flaws. One may well say that this story has nothing to do with today’s world. What Dickens wrote in 1859 was about his tale of two cities (London and Paris) in 1775. Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)
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