Help! An AI scrambled the idea of this renaissance masterpiece and is now holding it for ransom!
Pixels
a novel
A LITERARY PUZZLE BOX DESIGNED FOR THE AGE OF AI
Sabina thinks she is having a nervous breakdown. David thinks he has lost his daughter to a bureaucratic error. MIA21C believes he is merely creating art.
They are wrong. They are components of a metaphysical conspiracy designed to crash the predictive engine that controls the 21st century.
In a world where surveillance anticipates every desire, the only way to change reality is to act without intent. Pixels chronicles the collision of disparate lives, revealing that their tragedies were not accidents, but the “proof of work” required to birth a new consciousness.
“I once wrote that man is an invention of recent date, destined to be erased like a face drawn in sand at the edge of the sea. Pixels is the sound of that wave crashing. The narrator—a post-human consciousness—looks back at our species with the archaeological detachment we reserve for fossils. This novel confirms the end of the Anthropocene and the beginning of an era where the subject speaks only in code.”
The Ice Saints
a novel
In 2009, I spent a year studying French literature, then backpacked for a month through France.
Nearly 15 years later, I wrote a novel informed by the experience.
Rimbaud, Flaubert & Stendhal in the best of all possible worlds, in the worst possible timeline.
“The Ice Saints is a mature, linguistically precise and deftly written novel, saturated with the emotion of Leon’s groundlessness, not only when abroad and on a limited budget - the atmosphere of social spaces is faithfully represented, the psychedelic experience is magnificently described - while tracking the gradual disillusionment of a boy who is slightly naive, at least compared to the masters of deceit he encounters.”
Essays
“How to get one published novel to create the conditions for writing the next one?”
“The truth is, simply and finally, completely obscene.”
“I am beginning to understand that hatred is the echo of fear and anxiety.”
Jasmin B. Frelih
photo: Maj Pavček, 2014
Winner of the European Prize for Literature 2016
Born in Slovenia, I have published three novels, a book of short stories, and a book of essays.
My work has been translated into a dozen languages and I have read to audiences in Brussels, Tokyo, London, New Delhi, Valetta and Prague.
“I am human, nothing human is strange to me.”