I Did Not Want It by Sebastian Guggolz
Within Ristikivi’s work, The Night of Souls marks a caesura, for nothing he had written before resembles this book and neither does anything that came after.
The Cosmic Landscape of Estonian Literature
HASSO KRULL (b. 1964) is an Estonian poet, essayist, and translator whose work bridges mythology, philosophy, and contemporary poetry. He has translated authors ranging from Jean Cocteau to Charles Bukowski. In 2024 he defended his doctoral thesis Cosmic Trickster of Estonian Mythology.
Three Short Prose Pieces by Jaan Oks
This belongs only to humans—to the only earthly god—the human alone, set apart and blessed for those who, within their sexes, are male and female. All else is blasphemy against nature—those proud to their very hair, those exceedingly beautiful and lustful devils, that swollen, desireless, castrated god—who feel shame for the deficiencies in the structure…
Two Short Stories by Vaino Vahing
Ilona was gone for a long time. I even thought about throwing a tantrum and leaving, abandoning her coat and a rouble. But I decided to wait and see what would happen. She returned laughing loudly. She must have had something funny to tell me.
Susurrus and Other Poems by Triin Paja
youth whispers: your power leaves you as I leave you – as if now we must always stand below the night’s piano shawl. a woman says: rose, grow into a rowan or a raven – meaning the body holds firmly to its secret.
The Universe is My Tinder and Other Poems by Sveta Grigorjeva
frankenstein’s monster is back and now polyamorous aromantic eco-sexual more interested in periwinkles than in the third pension pillar nuclear family or content creation they proclaim you can be a freak too you can be a monster too
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.
