The world has lost its most preeminent Estonian writer, Jaan Kross.

Sadly, I don’t have the eesti keeles skills to have read him in his native language, but on my most recent trip to Eestimaa, I was happy to have been able to find a copy of Treading Air, which I’m currently reading now.

I’m just a little bit into it — so I don’t have much to say about the novel just yet — but my fascination with all things Estonian makes me saddened that the community has lost such a well-respected writer.

[via Itching for Eestimaa]