"Astringent, fuguelike. . . . A knotty, sui generis evocation of mothers' feelings of fear and loss." –Kirkus Reviews
"I don't know anyone who writes like Balsam Karam. She blows me away. Truly one of the most original and extraordinary voices to come out of Scandinavia in. . . forever. You'll realize twenty minutes after you've finished The Singularity that you're still sitting there, holding on to it." –Fredrik Backman, author of A Man Called Ove
"The Singularity by Balsam Karam is a novel about loss and longing–a mother who misses her child, children who miss their mother, and all of those who miss their country as they try to feel the new earth in their new land. A deeply moving work of fiction from a true voice of Scandinavia." –Shahrnush Parsipur, author of Women Without Men: A Novel of Modern Iran"Balsam Karam writes at the limits of narrative, limning the boundary of loss where 'no space remains between bodies in the singularity.' With a lucid intimacy, Karam braids a story of witness and motherhood that fractures from within only to rebuild memory and home on its own terms. The Singularity is a book of conviction, where those who have been made to disappear find light and keep their secrets too." –Shazia Hafiz Ramji, author of Port of Being
"Lyrical, devastating, and completely original, The Singularity is a work of extraordinary vision and heart. Balsam Karam's writing is formally inventive and stylistically breathtaking, and Saskia Vogel's translation does shining justice to its poetic precision and depths." –Preti Taneja, author of Aftermath "Balsam Karam's new novel is enormously powerful. . . . To read The Singularity is like drinking directly from a flood of tears." –Aftonbladet (Sweden)
"A novel that appears to have been created from dark matter, elusive, giddying and with an enormous linguistic and narrative density." –Expressen (Sweden)
"Balsam Karam's language is entirely her own. It is poetic and suggestive. Sometimes like one big stream-of-consciousness, where two different scenarios are portrayed in parallel. To be here and now and at the same time in the past. To carry one's losses, engraved on one's body like deep wounds. Because who can rank traumas, as the novel suggests. The loss of a child, a language, a country, an identity. . . . The Singularity is a journey into a black hole. A point of no return." –Jönköpings-Posten (Sweden)
