“Rarely have I . . . experienced the problematization of fiction in a manner more concrete than this. Fioretos has a lot to live up to, and he does . . . In particular, he demonstrates how language itself may become the primary instrument of the lack of language; language revolves around an elusive center, a turning that in its very labor points to the missing core that is more palpable than any attempt to express it. When absence is present it is neither absence nor presence, but something third. Inexpressible.” — Jan Arnald, Idag

“That Fioretos deals with a personal tragedy does not diminish the fact that he may have written what is the most gifted first book this year.” — Ulf Bergström, Bonniers Litterära Magasin

“The Book of Imparting is a lyrical labor with language, its meanings and shades, but also the difficult attempt to recall, in writing, someone who cannot be regained . . . the traces of a person whose traits are dissolving. . . . The Book of Imparting contains a seriousness which is moving and at times very beautiful.” — Tomas Löthman, Norrbottenskuriren

“Its language is beautiful, naked, without ever exposing. . . . Aris Fioretos’ book immediately receives a special place in my heart.” — Åsa Strandberg, Helsingborgs Dagblad

“The severe beauty of linguistic awareness illuminates many of these notes, written by an Orpheus poking in the ashes after an extinguished fire. . . . With The Book of Imparting, Fioretos has written with daring and ‘untimeliness.’ He knows what remains after fire are merely ashes, traces lingering only in memory.” — Thomas Forser, Göteborgs—Posten

“The book of memory thus becomes a book of forgetting. It does not retain the beloved, but the despair that ensues from the loss, and thus only indirectly herself. She exists in the intensity with which she is missed. . . . In the negative of a portrait that Aris Fioretos offers, she appears anything but dead.” — Karl-Erik Lagerlöf, Dagens Nyheter

“. . . a beautiful book, and hard to endure.” — Gunnar Nirstedt, Östgöta-Correspondenten

“This is . . . a masterful book, a text which eludes almost all normative evaluation, and thus it seems meaningless to classify it in terms of ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ It is a book living contained in its own singular space.” — Anders Paulrud, Aftonbladet