—Claire Kohda Hazelton, The Guardian
Swiss-Italian Jaeggy, a master of the short form, again creates something unforgettable with these otherworldly stories…an intensely beautiful and original collection that bristles with a strange and often disturbing magic.
This novella is filled with conflicted, often dark, emotion. The tension lies not so much in what happens, as in the sombre frostiness of the prose… A tale—captured so deftly in this translation by Tim Parks—of stark, poetic beauty.
—Daniel Johnson, the Paris Review
This book is twisted and hypnotizing and, somehow, downright lovely. Reading it is not unlike diving naked and headlong into a bramble of black rosebushes, so intrigued you are by their beauty: it’s a swift, prickly undertaking, and you emerge the other end bloodied all over.
—Gabe Habash, Publishers Weekly
Like all great books, it’s really like nothing else. It’s like itself.
Fleur Jaeggy’s pen is an engraver’s needle depicting roots, twigs, and branches of the tree of madness—extraordinary.
She has the enviable rst glance for people and things, she harbors a mixture of distracted levity and authoritative wisdom.
—Robert Boyers, The New Republic
Terse beauties falling on the reader like a chaste gray rain.
—The New Yorker
Small-scale, intense, and impeccably focused.
Dipped in the blue ink of adolescence, Fleur Jaeggy’s pen is an engraver’s needle depicting roots, twigs, and branches of the tree of madness, growing in the splendid isolation of the small Swiss garden of knowledge into full leaf until it obscures every perspective. Extraordinary prose. Reading time is approximately four hours. Remembering time, as for its author: the rest of one’s life.
Fleur Jaeggy is a wonderful, brilliant, savage writer. I admire her very much.