Becalmed
22.07.2010
Welcome back, dear little orphans.
It’s been a while. The wind seems to have dropped and the crew is roasting in the sun. Not lying around, of course. We polish the deck, tar the beams, sharpen the dagger. But the wind, putain!, the wind doesn’t blow. Or, at least, the wrong wind is blowing here in the Sabaudian land.

The wind moving our sails, the sails belonging to anyone who aims to make a little bit of culture. With lowercase c, of course. You know what? I’ll say fantastic culture. Isn’t it a kind of culture? Don’t human knowledge and progress pass through the looking glass after all? Then who are the Vernes, the Poes, the Lovecrafts, the Kings who occupy university rooms like stalls of popular culture?
Not many think the way we do, so the axe hacks down pitilessly on us, and the first to fall are the little ones, predictably. We can give up everything in our country, now we know it once more.
But, in the meanwhile, the Italian independent panorama, cinema and literature, shows unexpected and long-awaited energy. Lots of young authors have come on the threshold of fantastic, a lot of good films and novels have seen the light in the latest years. Thus, in the face of common sense, we’ve decided to sail close-hauled in the territories of imagination of our country. Just to try to fuel a generation of talents which will be able do much, if we give them the chance. And to try to get to know them more closely. Yes, mes petites, the crew is beavering, in spite of the insects and the thirst. Soon you will have an anticipation of what is going to be ToHorror 2010.
Because rarely in the history of this country have we needed more than now to sail far away.




