svět knihy

At Svět knihy, I wasn't sitting alone. For four days, we shared a single peculiar space in the collective exhibition — books, roll-ups, boxes, stress, laughter, morning booth assembly, and evening exhaustion. And the first few minutes? Frankly, we were packed in like sardines on Mrs. Clackett's plate from Noises Off. In our row was Můj Výletník. A gentle, playful world of trips, animal guides, stickers, and family journeys [...]

I came to Svět knihy in 2025 as a reader. A year later, I returned as a small exhibitor in a collective author exhibition. For four days, I stood behind a black-and-gold table, looking across it into the exhibitor hall, at the stream of people, at famous names, at unknown authors, at my own expectations and my own fatigue. These are not judgments upon the world. These are [...]

Perhaps you just walked past me today. Perhaps you noticed the black and gold table. Perhaps the unusual outfit. Perhaps the books. Perhaps the roll-up banner. Perhaps the music. Perhaps just a person standing there for several hours trying to hold their own nervous system together. Perhaps you stopped. Perhaps you took away a bookmark, a poster, a prophecy or a book. And perhaps you have now opened the endralon.space website for the first time. If [...]

Svět knihy Praha 2026 is approaching, and I increasingly realize that at an event like this, you cannot rely on enthusiasm alone. Enthusiasm is wonderful. But on its own, it won't pay for printing, the booth, flyers, posters, travel, food, or a month of life. Enthusiasm is the engine, not the budget. And since I'm going to Svět knihy as an independent author, without a publishing apparatus behind me, I have to […]

Tomorrow marks the start of Svět knihy Praha 2026. For a few days, the world that most of the time exists only between the pages of books, soundtracks, text fragments, and night-time notes will move back into physical space. I will be in pavilion D / KD004.At the table Antonín Deliš. With books.With bookmarks.With signatures.With book prophecies.And with a small pink tear of an angel. Every year at literary events, what fascinates me the most is the moment right […]

Before Svět knihy, I had a lot of plans. Some were very practical. Prepare the books. Prepare the stand. Prepare the menu. Prepare the QR codes. Prepare signatures, bookmarks, posters, texts, posts, prophecies, boxes, clothes, body, nerves, and voice. But some plans were less visible. I wanted to prepare for Svět knihy not just as an author who arrives at his table, lays out his books, and waits to see if someone […]

On costume, death, patina, golden veins, a small budget, and an outfit for Svět knihy. If someone asked me about fashion inspiration, I probably wouldn't know what to say for a long time. Fashion in the usual sense has never interested me much. I don't think in categories of brands, seasons, trends, capsule wardrobes, and writers in safely fitted jackets. Most of the time, I'm not interested in what's currently in style. I'm more interested in […]

I am not physically bringing the book Dry Your Hair at 15:30, 2:45 to Svět knihy this year. And yet it will be present there. It is published — currently externally via Lulu — but this year I won't have it on the table as one of the titles for sale. It will be there differently. On a roll-up. In the visual. In the image of a pool, bodies, relationships, tension, and a story that represents another major […] for me.

One of this year's themes at Svět knihy Praha is history. Memory against forgetting. And I initially thought that seven days before the festival, maybe there's no point in explaining anything major anymore. I've shown the books. I've spread the links across social media. Anyone who follows me knows I'll be at Svět knihy Praha in the collective exhibition, in Pavilion D. They know I'm not bringing just one new release, but a piece [...]

Originally, I thought I'd be going to Svět knihy Praha mainly with my new book. With the book Dry Your Hair at 15:30, 2:45. But then I had a dream. And that dream strangely reminded me of something I may have known all along: that before a person starts showing where they are heading, they should sometimes honestly return to where they started. To the first [...]

Hello, my dear ones 🌸 April 18th. I wrote down that date mainly to realize something. Not because of the book itself, but because of time. When I calculate it, there are exactly twenty-six days left until the start of Svět knihy. Suddenly it is no longer "sometime in May." It is concrete. Close. Almost within reach. And yet I am sitting at the desk holding the book in my hand. Paper. Cover. […]

Hello, my dear ones 🌸 it’s strange how one can find oneself in the middle of something they’ve wished for for a long time… and at the same time suddenly feel unsure about it. I’m sitting at the table with books lined up in front of me. Not in huge piles, more in small chimneys that I keep rearranging according to what I'm currently dealing with. I pick one up, sign it, put it back somewhere else. I move another. There’s a certain rhythm to it, but also restlessness.

Hello, my dear ones 🌸 there are moments when a person no longer thinks about what else to adjust, what else to fine-tune, what else to hold back — and simply lets it out. And this is exactly one of those times. This writing goes out on April 11th. And when I recalculated it, there is roughly a little over a month left until the start of Svět knihy. Around thirty-three days. It is neither close nor […]

Hello, my dear ones 🌸 I am sitting here reflecting on everything that has happened within me and around me over the past week, and I feel as though I have found myself somewhere between two worlds. Not long ago, I was immersed in the silence of creation, in a space where words are born without pressure, without the need to measure up. And now I stand on the threshold of something else—something that carries the weight of reality, [...]

Hello, my dears 🌸 sometimes I feel like a book never begins with the first sentence. That it begins much earlier, in a barely perceptible flutter, in the image of a night street, in a tone that returns to me unexpectedly, in a sentence that one carries in their head before even knowing who it actually belongs to. And perhaps that is precisely where the entire PNVNY Universe came from for me. […]