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‘This topsy-turvy world of illusions and hopes, in which Flisar plays with the function of dreaming, is spiced with unusual and original grotesque overtones ... With masterful strokes, Flisar weaves the episodes of his story into an eccentric bildungs-roman-in-reverse, moves the action from one mental or emotional state to another, and resolves it with a dream vision ... ‘

IGOR BRATO, DELO (Literary Supplement)

‘The dream material is richly differentiated, the descriptions are luxuriously sensual, poetic, morbid, prophetic, archetypal, erotic, hellish, heavenly ... All the way to the moment of final reckoning, when everything turns cruelly real ... ‘

LUCIJA STEPANčič, Contemporary Review

‘If Flisar can provoke the reader to shift from Rabelaisian belly laughs to disgust with irrational authority to new takes on epistemology within a few sentences, he has accomplished something that many branches of 20th-century art have sought, often without success.’

KARL YOUNG, Introduction, My Father’s Dreams (U.S. edition)

‘My Father’s Dreams violates the psyche precisely as the characters are violated. It is via one’s own trust and through the aggressive defense of one’s own innocence (or ignorance) that the violation occurs ... What we see in Flisar’s My Father’s Dreams is precisely what Edmund Burke defined as the sublime.’

SUSAN SMITH NASH, Preface, My Father’s Dreams (U.S. edition)