Robert Rankin Knihy

Právě opouštíte éru vodnáře. Po dobu startu ze své hlavy zůstaňte prosím sedět.. Mělo to co dělat s dějinnými cykly. Se vznikem a zánikem velkých civilizací. Se zlatým věkem a dobou temna. A tak podobně. Na počátku si toho všimlo jen málo lidí. Tedy těch změn. Však také byly zprvu těžko postřehnutelné. Kupříkladu, že vůdce opozice vyzval ministerského předsedu, aby s ním šel ven a vzájemné neshody si vyřídili jako chlap s chlapem ručně. Nebo že se na Davea, který stál ve frontě u pokladny supermarketu, vrhla pečená šunka. Vyložené drobnosti. Jenže holt rostly. A když si konečně všichni uvědomili, že se děje něco divného, bylo už příliš pozdě. Země zanechala věk vědy a rozumu daleko za sebou a vrátila se do mytologických dob. Do éry legend a bájných hrdinů. Do časů zázraků a kouzel. Nadešel čas pořádně se rozhoupat a skočit do Zahrady nadpozemských rozkoší.

We have all been lied to. A great and sinister conspiracy exists to keep us from uncovering the truth about our past. Have you ever wondered how Victorians dreamed up all that fantastic futuristic fiction? Did it ever occur to you that it might just have been based upon fact? That THE WAR OF THE WORLDS was a true account of real events? That Captain Nemo' s Nautilus even now lies rusting at the bottom of the North Sea? That there really was an invisible man? And what about the other stuff? Did you know that Queen Victoria had a sexual relationship with Dr Watson? Or that the elephant man was a product of an E.T./human hybridisation programme? Or that Jack the Ripper was a terminator robot sent from the future? Read on: and learn how a cabal of Victorian Witches from the Chiswick Townswomen's Guild, working with advanced Babbage super-computers, rewrote 19th Century history, and how a 23rd Century boy called Will Starling uncovered the truth about everything.

Buddhavision - a network bigger than God (and more powerful, too). Even with all this excitement, you wouldn't think a backwater planet like Earth makes much of a splash in the galatic pond. And alien TV execs know exactly what the old earth drama needs to make the off-world audience sit up and stare: a spectacular Armageddon-type finale.

'Ahead, where once had been only bombsite land, the Lateinos and Romiith building rose above Brentford. Within its cruel and jagged shadow, magnolias wilted in their window boxes and synthetic Gold Top became doorstep cheese...'Something sinister is happening east of Ealing.

Darwin, the Educated Ape, sets off on another madcap adventure through time, space and chickens in the conclusion to Robert Rankin's series of steampunk adventures.

No, this time, to save the world as we know it, the lads must contemplate - nay, undertake - the most horrible, the most terrifying, the heretofore untried - REGULAR EMPLOYMENT!!!

I should never have got up so early today and all over Brentford electrical appliances were beginning to fail...'Could it be that Pooley and Omally, whilst engaged on a round of allotment golf, mistook laser-operated gravitational landing beams for the malignant work of Brentford Council?