Greetings! Come, enter the strange and wondrous world of The Evil Twins. We hope you’ll fall in love right away.
For thousands of years, girls have been crossing bright meadows to enter dark forests. They’ve allowed their legs to be gently whipped by buttercups and asters, and they’ve often stopped to crouch down in search of four-leaf clovers and wild strawberries. They’ve climbed turnstiles, stone walls, hedges, and barbed wire fences, with or without dogs tagging along to guard their virtue. Weather, climate, flora, fauna, and geography have varied, but this part of the experience is always the same: Once the girl enters the forest, everything changes.
~from the introduction to They Tell My Tale to Children Now to Help Them to Be Good
About The Evil Twins
It was in the growing malaise that came in the wake of the infotech revolution that the Evil Twins began trading thoughts and weaving tapestries of ideas, poems, and pictures based on a radically different view of reality, one that held the present world accountable to the wisdom of ancient traditions.
Wanda lived on the western side of the river, where the fields and forests were still new (after having been razed for shipbuilding in the 19th century). She would send poems to Susan, who lived on the eastern side of the river where there still grew ancient trees and mushrooms and where small herds of deer could often be seen loping through her backyard. Susan would read the poems and echo back pictures. Before long they began making little books, the kind a reflective reader might delight in just before dropping off.
We hope you’ll be one of those readers.
Every best wish,
The Evil Twins
(Susan Malmstrom and Wanda Waterman)