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Literature & Fiction
Is this world ending because you have consumed all tales, or are you here consuming tales because the world is ending? Have all stories got lost forever? Did all our fables become the same? Convinced that the world is going to end soon, a paranoid and drunk writer begins to tell his cat tales. Tall tales, true tales. Fables of compassion and greed, destruction and creation, loss and search. The stories come tumbling out of his mouth historical, mythological, political, allegorical, modern versions of Sindbad, Ali Baba and Aladdin . . . Like the Scheherazade of yore, eager to save her life and that of a thousand other women, is the writer able to save his and others world from its self-made disasters? Do all tales really end here? Or do they only begin? The answers are, perhaps, Two Thousand and Twelve.
A collection of tales by a paranoid and drunk writer, who begins to tell his cat tales, convinced that the world is going to end soon.
The book includes fables of compassion and greed, destruction and creation, loss and search.
The author re-spins old tales to tell new ones about the journey of humankind, cutting through pious euphemisms to expose the folly underneath.
The stories and metaphors unfold thick and fast, pushing the reader to spin out of control and surrender to their pulsating chaos.
The book is unique, and has a punchy narrative voice that raises questions that linger long in the readers mind.