St. George murders a fire-swallowing Welsh dragon…
A mermaid goes looking for true love on land…
A blob of shape-changing mucus runs for political office…
These are some of the weird and wonderful tales told by the macaque Jaxy Mono, in this seminal work of “monkey lit”, The Book of Dubious Beasts.
Inspired by the animal stories of Rudyard Kipling and Jorge Luis Borges, and beautifully illustrated by renowned artist Dmitry Pousirev, The Book of Dubious Beasts is an unforgettable trip to the zoo of the human imagination.
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ABOUT THIS BOOK
This book is true.
Every word.
Especially the lies.
Look along the edge of a table – that is the first dimension, breadth. Then look along the other edge of the table – that is the second dimension, depth. Then look down at the table’s leg – that is the third dimension, height. Add up those three dimensions and you have space.
Now think at right angles to the first three dimensions, and you have the fourth dimension, time. Add those four dimensions together and you have what cynics call “reality”, or “everything”.
But any reputable theoretical astrophysicist will tell you that our universe has more than four dimensions. Some of the eggheads calculate that it has ten; others are convinced that it has twenty-two. It’s no wonder that the Einsteins can’t tie their own shoelaces and their hair grows perpendicular to their craniums!
So think at right angles to “reality”, and you will discover the fifth dimension, imagination. And, living in this dimension, you will find many beasts that you probably thought did not exist – creatures like dragons and mermaids and unicorns – animals created not by God or by Mother Nature or by Charles Darwin, but by our own fears and fantasies.
Of course, you may look at the strange and imaginary animals in this book and rub your eyes and mutter in disbelief, “but these beasts, they can’t be! Either the monkey with the typewriter got stoned, or I’m hallucinating! This is absurd, the fifth dimension doesn’t exist.”
But of course the fifth dimension exists, even if only in our heads; for with our minds we can make up whole worlds and universes of alternative realities. And do, every night when we fall asleep.
So, welcome to the zoo of the human imagination! Roll up, drop a penny in the turnstile, and come gawp at the strange and improbable beasts caged in this book. Like us, their makers, they are creatures that science can’t explain.
Only, please DON’T FEED THE CRITTERS! Many of these beasts can spit fire, or spout acid, or breathe plague, or turn you into stone; and most of the others would happily scrunch up your bones and slurp your brains out of your skull if you get too close. And watch out that the creatures don’t escape, for where imagination intersects with reality, absolutely anything can happen.
A macaque with an iPad can even write a book!
