He's a marvellous novelist - his scope and depth make him a world writer - and they should just hurry up and give him the Nobel.
He deserved a Nobel prize and would probably have got it had he written in any other language but Estonian.
He's almost alone in writing in the older European tradition of the large-scale historical novel. I'd argue that Kross is heir to the 'great' Russo-European 19th century novelists; his fiction has Tolstoyan sweep. On reading him, moreover, we rediscover that Estonia was always resolutely in Europe and not some obscure outpost this side of the Urals.
No stranger to oppression himself, Kross writes about it with a poignancy devoid of anger.