Fabricius Gábor - Más bolygó

The Other Planet is a novel of a generation: the generation whose not only its illusions but also its identity have become foggy. The Other Planet is a novel of the heart: of the heart that desperately searches for love beyond the body. Another Planet is a novel of Eastern Europe: of the Eastern Europe that wanted to become the West, but lives in the eternal Eastern European present. The Other Planet is a parallel road movie to the novel of the journey, in which, somewhere deep down, Kerouac's heart still beats. Another Planet is a cynical and cruel novel: as if a Hungarian Bret Easton Ellis had written it, if Ellis could be Hungarian. The Other Planet is the novel of capitalism, the beautiful, seductive capitalism that we are forever missing. The Other Planet is the novel of the person without attributes, the novel of the eternal shape-shifter. The Other Planet is a novel of lack of identity, a novel of nothingness, a novel of an incessant search for a way. Another Planet is a novel of Earth spinning ever more slowly.

As if into the rabbit hole, we travel twice beyond Hegyeshalm, first on the threshold of adulthood, at the dawn of the regime change, when the hitchhiking road story is still a magical, hemp-smoky social adventure, and then again twenty years later, when Wunder, the narrator, escapes through a barren landscape inside and out. he is a hero. In Fabricius Gábor's melancholic dystopia Another Planet, the sunny, sparkling, free European landscape darkens and an ominous gloom envelops Budapest and Eastern Europe. There are no goals, only the way is important, to the West, to the past, to the future..