Profane Chronicles

In Profane Chronicles Kafallo weaves together a lush, exotic tale of sexual obsession and ecstasy. Two lovers linked by letters only. “As in a diary, she’d confide to him her innermost feelings, which like those of an Ibsen heroine seemed born out of the dark and harsh arctic nights of longing.” To him, stuck behind the Iron Curtain, she represents the Ideal Feminine and Freedom rolled in one. His perilous quest to meet the woman preordained by Fate turns into a mythical voyage crossing borders, bridging centuries of barbaric lore... a descent, charting past lives, into the caverns of the metaphysical. Through a door left ajar one is lured into a world where the lyrical and the profane coexist, reason and unreason overlap, the grotesque morphs into the hilarious. Unmuted mating cries—cries never before documented—are filigreed into the fabric of prose by Kafallo’s seductive narrative voice. As visceral as it is cerebral, Kafallo’s writing generates its own heat, melting an almost savage expression of desire together with a perfect control of meter, to create a provocative and tantalizing literature full of dalliance and delight.