Mudlum’s Diary of a Rose Lunatic
Each page might appear to recount nothing more than the daily chores, yet beneath the surface lies a contemplation of life and death, of the human life cycle, of the overwhelming power of nature and how helplsessly small we are in the face of it, of fate and our attempts to come to terms with…
Andrei Ivanov’s The Days
I’ve mentioned this in a previous review of Ivanov’s work, but it bears repeating: his greatest contribution to Estonian literature is his sobering, sideways glance at local life. He holds a mirror up to Estonians, revealing the shadow side of their psyche.
Europe, Our Soft Machine. Editorial
The unchecked sowing of fear of war is not always the wisest creative or existential strategy, psychologically speaking. Yet we cannot forget that Ukrainians’ struggle today is also a struggle for our freedom as Estonians – as Europeans.
Unheard the Home Is Humming by Ernst Enno
All falling into silence around you, deep within. What's in the past is gone now, what's coming, beckoning.
Armin Kõomägi’s Heaven
The story is simple and universally understandable: the inhabitants of Earth have turned life on the planet into hell, leaving no place for humanity. Where there is no war, there are nuclear tests, burning forests, or airports occupied by animals displaced from their habitats.
Meelis Friedenthal’s Around a Point
Verdi hopes to reach Estonia, a place with familial roots, but even this small country is a periphery, an intermediate area, the ancient historical-mythological Hyperborea, a border country. And borders are largely arbitrary, drawn throughout history by maniacs with too much power. So where exactly is home? Perhaps not a place at all, but an…
