my cathedral.

this is the first time i am publicly mentioning a book i published six years ago. i am not sure why i have been so reticent. there is a lot in it that wanted out in the open, and then when the book came out, i mostly kept quiet about it. there were even times when i wondered whether i should have published it at all. not because i am ashamed of writing a dilettante piece of mock non-fiction, or because i disclosed many personal feelings in it, revealing perhaps even the things that i did not know i was revealing, but perhaps because i have changed in the meantime, changed to the extent that some of the things written there are in no way applicable to me any longer. of course, there's still too much of me in it.

the book is a description of one month, march 2001, that i spent in turku, a town in finland. in the story i tried to follow several strands - my inexplicable closeness to scandinavia, some haunting childhood memories, relationships with family members and partners, hospital experiences, introspection, etc. i think i have have fairly accurately and minutely touched upon many burning issues in my life. however, years have passed since then, and i have moved along.

the point of me unearthing this topic now is that i am publishing another title by the end of this year. it is a very different text, a fictionalized story about the demons of filip andrich. the book will be very short, probably under 100 pages, and the title will be 'the wire and the pyramid'. it took me six years to start promoting my stuff. isn't it progress?