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I m enchanted and disturbed This is a brief book of very short stories some only two pages There s no traditional sense of plot or character development I would call her style gothic minimalism It s the sense you get when you now you re all alone but you see something move swiftly from the corner of your eye Crystalline laconic sentences Death theology and the anxious paranoid heart at the centre of all unhappy families Love in its contorted form deeply claustrophobic poisonous deadly Characters range from suspicious siblings to deranged husbands to devoted 13th century mystics to a fish in a restaurant auarium It s the final story a loving tribute to Ingebord Bachmann stripped of all sentimentality that s light as air Her stories will haunt meMy full review appears here I had this book on my coffee table in my living room for two weeks and I couldn t bring myself to open it I think it was the description of the to be read stories that made me reluctantI would inevitably read something else over the 2 week period Here were the descriptions one from the publishers of the book and one from the Paris Review A wife is suspended in a bird cage a thirteenth century visionary senses the flesh of Christ on her tongue for the blasted glory of it a homeless orphan immolates the aristocrat who took her in Whether telling of mystics tormented families or the inner lives of famously private writers Jaeggy s terse telegraphic prose is always psychologically clear eyed and deeply moving always one step ahead or to the side of her readers expectations In this her long awaited return we experience her eerie maleficent calm a brutal calm and recognize the timbre of a writer for whom a gothic world seethes with uiet violence JimZ I don t reckon an orphan immolating an aristocrat as uiet violence but maybe I am splitting hairs I Am the brother of XX is twisted and hypnotizing and somehow downright lovely Reading it is not unlike diving naked and headlong into a bramble of black thorn bushes so intrigued you are by their beauty it s a swift prickly undertaking and you emerge the other end bloodied all over There are 21 stories in this collection I did not understand a number of themand others that were described as above were accurately describedI m sorry but the only positive thing I have to say about this collection was that most of the stories were at most 6 8 pages and so the end was in sight for each of them to put me out of my misery You might ask why I continued to read it s just my style Plus I really liked her two other works that I had read SS Proleterka and Sweet Days of Discipline and was the reason why I ordered this book as well as another collection of her short stories Last Vanities I ll probably sit on that for a month So I can only give this collection 2 stars Stories that were good in my eyes difficult for me to define right now were I am the Brother of XX The Black Lace Veil Tropics But I am not sure you should go by what I say I just read the reviews see below and they are positive than Iso this could be what s not good for the goose is good for the gander Just a couple of notes I had to look up a couple of words Words perhaps you now lugubrious mournful gloomynot the first time I saw this wordI guess I eep on forgetting its meaning and mimetized imitative mimicry One story An Encounter in the Bronx involves her and the famous neurologist writer The Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat Oliver Sacks at his house in the Bronx and then eating at a restaurant I guess she new Dr Sacks In Another Story Last Story Of The Collection Sacks In another story last story of the collection Saltwater House she mentions a number of real life characters alive or deceased Ingeborg Bachmann Roberto Calasso her husband Italo Calvino Josef Schwarzenberg Uwe Johnson In two stories one or characters are taking sleeping pills on a chronic basis including Rohypnol I m a pharmacology geek Here is a review of the book by none other than the translator Gini Alhadeff was written in Italian It s a very well written review about her editing Jaeggy s work and her writing style and personality Very good review about Jaeggy s oeuvre This lady read a book Sometimes she wears glasses Sometimes she does not She likes chocolates The room smelled of vanilla The light changed She finished it with uiet fury She was put in a cage Reading Fleur Jaeggy for the first time after a couple of mediocre litfic novels was like having a glass of ice cold water thrown in my face on a hot day Invigorating refreshing and something of a relief if not exactly what you would describe as pleasantJaeggy writes in staccato sentences and writes of the indistinctly strange Her prose is the ind that forces you to sit up straight and pay attention A single paragraph can contain so much that you will needwant to read it five times before moving on to the next This is partly because details sometimes seem to be mentioned randomly or related in the wrong order but read again and it will become clear
Every Word Is Placed Deliberately With Unnerving word is placed deliberately With unnerving collection reads like a classic a book that could just have easily been written in the 19th century as today Something about it put me in mind of Arthur Koestler s Darkness at Noon though I couldn t uite tell you what Some of Jaeggy s premises such as that of the sinister The Aviary a ueasy story which culminates in a young man imprisoning his wife in a birdcage reminded me of The Doll s Alphabet by Camilla GrudovaIn the second story Negde I highlighted a sentence because I loved it but now I come to look at it again I realise it s also a perfect description of the book itself There is calm a vague stealthy disuietude some void I can t stop thinking about that phrase some void How perfect is that You need to be prepared to grapple with some void in order to read Jaeggy You will navigate eerie stasis and sense horror lurking between the lines For me this was a thrilling experience Certainly an author I will be returning to Favourite stories I Am the Brother of XX The Last of the Line Agnes The Aviary Tropics Names Favourite lines and passagesAnd now there is the nightmare the one and only nightmare of living I Am the Brother of XX I am twenty five I have done what was according to my sister important But when I was eight I was a poet and a writer And no one had told. A wife is suspended in a bird cage; a thirteenth century visionary senses the foreskin of Christ on her tongue Fleur Jaeggy’s gothic imagination nows no limits Whether telling of mystics tormented families or famously private writers Jaeggy’s terse telegraphic writing is always psychologically clear eyed and deeply moving alwa.
Fleur Jaeggy º 9 READMe that it was important to write Since then I have only done things that were important according to my sister studying graduating succeeding in life In the street I look at people passing by while I should be going to talk to someone about a job I tell myself that every one of them perhaps is succeeding in life I Am the Brother of XX Winter the real season of the year As in Saint Petersburg The wide river lay white and frozen like a continent s tongue lapsed into silence So he wrote An arcane hypoborean breeze on the branches of trees Iosif can t help living in watery places He is like a sailor He plays with the lunatic wind star that pushes him towards the river He liked the blue uniforms of navy officers and their coats with double rows of gold buttons Like avenues at night their lights receding Negde Caspar is seized by nostalgia Nostalgia for the children in the portrait The food repels him he throws it to the dogs He fills a glass with port It is night The Last of the Line There is a stillness in the room a sound from afar almost a primary sound that wants to be listened to as silence The Last of the Line I bought little orchid plants They came from Holland From South America I had seen them in the Mediterranean Growing in the damp White with purple eyelets Rosy pale an evil expression Acidulous Yellow They last a long time Not much earth Not much nourishment They reawaken in the dark at night Avid for company When they wilt they become small skulls in tuxedos Tiny night birds They look at me I look at them Agnes The vegetation reeked of an eerie maleficent calm a brutal calm Agnes The girl saw her thoughts on the window panes like insects swollen with blood on the walls of a room The Heir She smiled sweetly It is not clear to whom But from one window insects flew The Visitor What names do nameless things have And what are they And if they had a name would that alone make them recognisable Osmosis The flush of spring the scent was nauseating tainted and too strong The solemn and glorious instant just before dissolution In a field he saw flowers with small purple wounds The Perfect Choice I was always struck by her ineluctable delicacy of spirit if one might call it that in her way of approaching others especially friends As though she new with the precision of a mathematician all the nuances that might hurt or wound The Salt Water House Memories are not properly a past The Salt Water House TinyLetter Twitter Instagram Tumblr In these short stories some only a few pages long Jaeggy proves herself to be a poet of despair She writes in one story Creation can be an act of destruction and that feels like a good tagline for many of these stories There is a muted violence in them suicides and murders but all smothered under a blanket of mute suffering A young man who felt loved only by his sister but nevertheless believes she used him for his drama ills himself An orphan taken in by an elderly woman burns her alive Despite the intense drama there is a curious lack of feeling in these stories Brief even terse they are moments that contain lifetimes It s amazing how much story Jaeggy apparently effortlessly compacts into a few pagesThe writer is apparently something of a recluse She has had few friends that she speaks of other than the famous writer beloved by me Ingeborg Bachmann who IS A FEATURED PLAYER IN THE a featured player in the story of the collection a writer who needs little encouragement not to speakSadly I can only read these stories in translation not in their original Italian If her prose is striking in translation I can only begin to imagine the originalThe only problem I had with the stories was their unremitting sadness As I began this is poetry of despair and I could only read this very slender book for short periods of time alternating with hopeful works I found myself feeling numbed and cold after reading her for longer than a half hourA brilliant writer but perhaps one to read in moderation Exuisite highly polished little gems of mostly abstract tale tellingThese stories are uintessential Jaeggy cool brainy slightly perverse Settings and descriptions are ept to a minimum characters are rarely named and emotions are controlled While violence is nearly always in the background Jaeggy manages to maneuver her protagonists in such a way that we rarely see them engaging in it violent denouements are almost always a fait accompli or something we think may happen in the future as readers we rarely see any character doing anything and outcomes are left to our imagination This curiously detached telling allows Jaeggy to indulge in some outrageous scenarios without ever making them explicit or too unsettling to absorb incest child abuse sadism and domestic violence all feature in these stories but in such a way that they never seem too shocking or gross we read we observe and only at the end do we feel uneasy as what we ve read sinks in
And Spreads Out Jaeggyspreads out Jaeggy manages to make her readers complicit without giving us a chance to now uite what it is we re condoning Her work is unsettling for that reason and that s also why I recommend it A haunting collection of 21 short stories the strongest of which evoke feelings of claustrophobia discontent nostalgia and sadness Jaeggy s stories center around some common themes family dysfunction personal losses traced across time and generations traces of staggering inhumanity embedded in history s arc In many of these stories time seems to exist in layers making it possible to see shadows of the past in the present In my favorite story in the collection Negde we follow Iosif Brodsky on a walk to the Promenade in Brooklyn Heights during which he moves from Brooklyn to St Petersburg and time moves from across the 20th century to the 21st century They saw them burning from the Promenade s uiet zone They witnessed the destruction They were there the spectators they saw them burn reflected in the water The windows seemed to reawaken Fire on the bay Iosif may now that they are no longer there The two towers are missing There in Front Of The Promenade The Glint Of of the Promenade The glint of They left grief and an abyss that are not wiped away by a hand or by words Iosif revisited the Neva then turned back Elsewhere a night without shadows in the month of May he wrote by that light The light was clear Ys one step ahead or to the side of her readers’ expectationsIn this her long awaited return we read of an ‘eerie maleficent calm a brutal calm’ and recognise the timbre of a writer for whom a paradoxical world seethes with uiet violencePraise for Fleur Jaeggy‘A wonderful brilliant savage writer’ Susan Sontag ‘Fleur Jae. .