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V kraljestvih Neresničnega

Henry Darger se je morda rodil 12. aprila leta 1892.

Henry Darger je že kot otrok-sirota pristal v Lincolnovem zavetišču za umobolne z zanimivo diagnozo - masturbacija. Inštitucija je bla zlo nasilna do svojih varovancev - prisilno delo in težke telesne kazni (kar ni za tisti čas (1906) sicer nič nenavadnega).

Leta 1908 je pobegnil iz bolnice in se klatil okrog, preživljal se je s priložnostnimi deli, aml je biu vojski in tko.

Leta 1911 je bila umorjena Elsie Paroubek. O tem so časopisi intenzivno pisali in Henry je tragedijo doživljal zelo osebno. V žepu je nosil Elsieno časopisno fotografijo:

Nekega dne je Henry zgubu to fotko (al so mu jo ukradl), pa se mu je mal zmešal.

Henry Darger je biu hišnik, pol je biu pa še pomivalc posode, pa pakiru je gaze. Bil je vase zaprt čudak, ni kej dost komuniciru in se ni družu z nobenmu. Neškodljiv, neopazen in - morda - mal butast (mejno subnormalen?). Umru je 13. aprila leta 1973.

Henry Darger je potem, ko je zgubu fotko, napisu in ilustriru knjigo, ki ji je dau naslov
Zgodba Vivianovih deklet v Kraljestvih Neresničnega ter o Glandeško-Angelinski vojni vihri, ki jo je povzročil upor otrok-sužnjev.

Kniga je neki posebnega. Je namreč petnajst tisoč sto petinštirideset (15.145) strani teksta z nekaj sto ilustracijami in akvareli.

Zgodba se dogaja na planetu, okrog katerega naša Zemlja sicer kroži kot luna, na njem pa živijo Kristjani. Med njimi nek Robert Vivian, ki ima sedem hčera, princese Abbienije. Na tem plaetu je polek Abbienije še Glandelinija, zlobne Glandelince pa vodi še zlobnejši John Manley. Glandelinci kradejo otroke in jih zasužnjujejo, sestre princese Vivienke pa zanetijo upor. Na njihovi strani se borijo še demoni/zmaji Blengigomenejci. Večalmanj gre za totalno zmedeno pripoved o umorih in mučenju otrok-sužnjev v Gladneliniji ter o eteričnih lepotah Abbienskih pravljičnih deklet. Pa nakonc valda Vivianke zmagajo, Glandelinci so uničeni, otroški sužnji osvobojeni.

(Blengigomenejec)

Petnajst tisoč strani, vrstice in vrstice gostega tipkopisa, ki jih prekinjajo ilustracije (eni paneli so 71 x 317 cm!) …

As she wondered exceedingly and thought it odd, a strong scent of blood assailed her nostrils. She at the same time thought the chair bulked strangely on the seat in the semi-darkness, then as she switched on the light (it was a wonder the demons allowed her to turn it on), she perceived to her consternation that the nude body of a child was draped face down ward across the back of the chair. Blood covered the floor around the chair. Violet rushed over, choking back a scream of instinctive terror. She realized in a few seconds that she was looking at a gutted corpse. Internal organs lay on the seat of the chair, and some under the body. A sash had been looped four times around the neck. The mouth was wide open and the tongue was sticking far out straight. The face was bloody. A pair of short white socks and red sandals constituted the only clothing. At first glance Violet had recognized the pathetic victim. The child was a daughter of the Flannigan family … Pauline Flannigan the youngest of four children … Pauline was just nine.
(…)
Pauline had been assaulted by the unseen powers in a criminal manner by the unseen powers of darkness. Her body had been maltreated and gutted with the most brutal violence, the back being also lacerated when it had been ground against the rough kitchen floor. Consummation of the rape was incomplete, though they had not been for want of making the attempt. In the coroner’s opinion she had died of strangulation prior to the sexual attack. Demons leave no clues which might serve to establish the identification of the demon killer … No knife or instrument of any kind had been used in the disembowelment process. Something like great gigantic claws had torn her body open, not literally open but almost apart, and stranger yet, her heart and lungs were not in the body and could not be found anywhere.

… in v tem stilu dalje in dalje…

Najdaljša zgodba vseh časov. Ko so po njegovi smrti vstopl v njegov flet, so bli šokirani:

Skratka, neverjetni mojstri se včasih skrivajo na neverjetnih krajih. Enkrat je en clo reku: … Toliko časa sem med vami - in me nisi spoznal?

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