After five years of work and hundreds of books read, I can say for sure only one thing: during the last quarter of a century, Bulgarian literature has become more diverse than ever before. To what extent this is the result of its internal development and to what extent it is a reflection of some global trends, cannot be accurately weighed. What is important is precisely the impossibility of drawing a line between "inside" and "outside", between own and foreign. The number of new books by Bulgarian authors has grown exponentially, and each book wants to be different from the others, to "be itself". This disarray of literary handwriting reminds me of the Tower of Babel and the inability to communicate in all languages at the same time. And really, what would happen if everyone wrote about themselves? Perhaps at some point the number of writers will equal the number of readers. No wonder there was no room left for criticism.
At the end of the second volume, questions piled up that I couldn't find an answer to. And they all relate to the understanding of what literature will mean by the end of our century. But since I have no answer, I have endeavored to collect as much information as possible to aid future literary history. It, like any story, will be written by the winners. But writers have never been victorious.