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Reckless IV: The Silver Tracks

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Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke, born on December 10, 1958, is a renowned German children's literature author. Her works are highly praised for their rich imagination, unique narrative style, and profound humanistic concerns. Funke's writing covers a variety of themes including fantasy, adventure, and growth, and has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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“Through it all that first feeling, on a night more than forty years ago, remains my major feeling: I am so pleased to be here that I can hardly believe I am. What New York represents, perfectly and consistently, in literature and life alike, is the idea of Hope. Hope for a new life, for something big to happen, hope for a better life or a bigger apartment. When I leave Paris, I think, I was there. When I leave New York, I still think: Where was I? I was there of course, and I still couldn’t grasp it all. I love Paris, but I believe in New York and its trinity of values: plurality, verticality, possibility. These are stories of happiness in shadow: the shadow of a darkening time and the shadow of human mortality both. I feel the shadows, we all do, and cringe maybe even more than most. But I try to remember that darkness is a subject, too, and need not always be too sad a one. Shadows are all we have to show us the shapes that light can make.”

“Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here in hideous darkness. Feste: Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark? Malvolio: As hell, Sir Topas. Feste: Why it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clearstores toward the south north are as lustrous as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?”

“Death shall reign bliss over the abyss to those who fear the end. All those who are dying will travel only once through the desolate. Dim it will be for the souls in gray, not ready to evanesce from this world. Grief will cling to ice, limbs will stiffen as timber, voices will go unheard through a death rattle, and our minds will turn into eternal shadow. All of the love you carry will stand on a thread of pinhole conviction. Your lifeless body will be entombed in your graveyard of disbelief. A path to an empty conscience is the only one that leads to naught. In the spiritual dimension after demise, we are the paradise lost that has disappeared.”

“They agree only on the point that the most important aspect is reason. For one entire evening they play around with the metaphor of the light of reason that illuminates everything equally and dispassionately. Gertruda remarks immediately and intelligently that wherever something’s brightly lit, there is also a shadow, a darkening. The more powerful the light, the deeper, the more intense the shadow. That’s true, that’s a little bit disturbing; they stop talking for a while.”