Chiamo i miei fratelli

A car has exploded in central Stockholm. Words like “suicide bomber” and “terrorist” flash by on the news and burst into people’s consciousness. Amor wanders the streets. He has a mission – to replace a broken drill for his cousin – but he is shaken by this new paranoid city where police fill the streets. Act normally, he tells himself. But what does normal mean? Who is a potential suspect? And doesn’t it feel like all eyes are on him? During the course of twenty-four intense hours, we see the world through Amor’s nervously flickering eyes. Sometimes it is difficult to know what is actually happening and what is only the creation of Amor’s increasingly feverish mind. I Call My Brothers is a slim yet irrepressibly potent novel about what happens when paranoia seeps into our blood and makes us see ourselves and others differently. Narrated in a rapid-fire prose that is impossible to put down, I Call My Brothers forces the reader to confront our impulse to divide the world up into us and them. Who are they? Who are we? And is our fear a self-fulfilling prophecy?