Cimetna pisma, dijamantna stvorenja

Aleph - the point that contains all points, the place where, from every angle, every corner of the world can be seen - in Borges' famous story is hidden in the basement of a house. Not by chance; in order to see and understand, all true literature knows, it is necessary to go down to the basement. Go into the dark and watch.

There is our First War, tired and patriarchal, old and tormented by stomach ailments. There are Cortez Cortez and Cinnamon Girl, his shrapnel children, two whose love can light up worlds. In Šehić's basement, above the ruins, spaceships fly by galaxies, and holo-watercolor stories of survivors pierce through time and space – needles of fire and red-hot darkness. But Cinnamon Letters, Diamond Creatures is a novel about the apocalypse. On the contrary, they are a book about those who survive the apocalypse, and especially about the bravest among them: those who have not forgotten how to love.

There are not many writers who search for Aleph as persistently and courageously as Faruk Šehić. Cinnamon Letters, Diamond Creatures is a quest that reaches even further into space, even deeper into time. In which warriors and poets, ravaged cities, machines with empathy and our enemy narrate. In which poetry and physics are finally revealed as one. A great novel that leaves no doubt: what Šehić found is ours. The universe is ours, the basement is ours, the house is ours.