 When I met Kadare at his seaside villa in 2007, he told me that the dictatorships of the 20th century had had different rhythms. He was unforgiving of the slowness of Albania's regime, how it had dulled the senses. The sprawling literary world that he has left behind, thanks to dedicated translators from Brazilian Portuguese to Spanish to German, also means that there is neither an entry point nor an exit. Where should you begin? Enter anywhere you'd like.