A narrator – naked, save for a bowler hat – shares with us the beginning of everything: God, himself and a chair to sit on, that’s all there is. The narrator feels rather astonished and bewildered, sitting next to the God of Creation. He is all eyes and makes the occasional pointed remark about the overwhelming beauty of it all – out of powerlessness, really.
His grumpiness is a symptom of his size, of feeling minuscule before God. He feels insignificant compared to the great creator and thinks he has no place in the story of creation – he is just a mistake. Until he ends up in a bed of sheep, flanked by a woman with whom he will explore life and the rest of creation.
A masterful picture bookDe Leeswelp
‘The Creation’ is a poetic book about a little man who is not afraid to fire existential questions at God and who gradually finds his own place in the world. Author and illustrator combine simplicity and scintillating philosophy.
Moeyaert has given a completely new spin on a story that’s been told for centuries, without in any way detracting from the original.Zilveren Griffel Jury
Moeyaert and Erlbruch form an extraordinarily fine symbiosis.Die Zeit