Book Deal wanted

I am potentially looking for a publisher, sponsor, or even at least six weeks artist in residence position or the sponsorship to finish this particulair book. Six weeks to first draft. Artist, she who painted this background or my youngest daughter, whose doodles beat Lennon and Dali by a mile.

A children’s book that started out and begins with a real historical event, a medieval trial, where a mouse had been put in front of a secular court, lawyer and angry judge and all!

A mouse!

Accused by a non-religious court for having stolen a sliver or piece of the autum!

Trials like this were common!

Especially right after the pandemic came from China and the black death took six out of ten, here in Uppland Sweden!

Check the great and super-interesting The Criminal Prosecution and Capital Punishment of Animals, by Edmund P. Evans on Project Gutenberg!! ofhttps://www.gutenberg.org/files/43286/43286-h/43286-h.htm Or H.M.Wideéns amzing a deeply engaging historical essays about local death cults and amazing quite visceral folkmagic rituals and practises at the time. Signal doctrine cures where the epileptic were thought to be possesed, yellow fever would be cured by mixing some living hairlice from three brothers, in milk, if a boy sickned, from three sisters if a young girl, and with the added cream of ones fathers sperm, if the sick was an adult woman. Death-cults and number mysticism.

No one to blame any more, no one to accuse of Otherhood or withcraft, and in our fear we accused locusts and rats and sent letters to banish snails or hanged pigs or sent very friendly but definite ultimatums, written in human language, to evic rats. We once put a small musus musculus on trial!!!

Some animals were even freed, like a certain donkey, a she-ass, that had been accused of sexual charisma and consent but was winningly defended by a local priest that ensured he had known the animal in questions for many years, and she had always behaved with the highest honour, never flirted for a second.

This book is written in Swedish and, like all good stories, lays itself over the viking Uppland landscape.

It is called “Kulturantropologiska observationer över vuxna, från en deltagande observant. -En improper bok för barn” or “Antropological obervations over grown ups by a participant observer. -An improper book for children.

It is the kind of book that I would have died for at five or at ten years old. A direct dialogue with the young reader about grown-ups making it all up and, by following this mouse and a myriad of bisarr and fascinating examples of our grown-up silliness, to point out how important it is not to ‘follow’ us blindly and to stimulate kids to use their own eyes and judgement, to see how grown ups behave when scared or unsure. How easy we kick down in fear now and then; after all the jews were lynched and no one was left to blame, no kramare, no travelers, no vagabonds, no hands to spare and even those had settled in the many abandoned farms. Nothing to blame but a mouse!!

A book both meant to show children the deep importance and value of their own clear eyes and judgement. But a book that would give me vertigo and genuine amazement, disgust and mindbends, by showing the incredibleness of any readers life, show the incredible size and variation of life then, now, taboos, existence, macro and micro. About the nearest electron, flying around any of the milions of atoms that are ‘you’, if any atom would be the size of your fist, that electron would be THREE kilometers away… The kind of book I would have wanted to find as a kid. Like finding that same magic store where Mowgli was sold. A don’t kick down in fear, know your empathy and your heart is as endless and limitless as life. But here’s a pic of a toddlers skull, you are 60% non human DNA, these cuties live on your eyebrows, and time moves different, depending on where you are….

A book about kicking up, seeing clear and seeing both how irrational and completely not either knowing what life ‘is’.. Intended to take place like a conversation with a younger friend on a parkbench, a story told about a mouse that stole a bit of the autum, fake actor syndrom, and about how grown ups need young kids help more than they ours, and that existence is beyond amazing and there for them to explore and steward :)

For more info, contact Tungotal@gmail.com and put ‘Mouse’ in the subject. Due to burnout and a need for a few days of sleep, I can be reached via email only untill atleast the 20th.