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The New Yorker
‘It is hard not to be impressed by Jaeggy’s own spiritual and aesthetic grandeur, which casts her stories in such a compellingly cool light. She, too, has a startling ability to go beyond: beyond the sentimental heart, the writerly niceties, the conventions that bind us, and the messy effusions of contemporary life.’
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.’
‘The stories in Jaeggy’s collection are masterpieces of fury and restraint . . . These chilling, beguiling stories dig up reflections on solitude, regret, and sometimes even on love. It is thrilling to live in Jaeggy’s worlds, which are so intense they threaten to boil over, yet pull back just enough to keep their secrets.’
‘Jewels of intellect and compassion . . . In prismatic translation from the Italian, these tiny tales sparkle with wit and worldly wisdom.’
‘Jaeggy is a master of the short form . . . her stories without fail are complex and devastating. [Her] prose is superb (and as superbly translated) as ever, her characteristic desolation as self-possessed as it is recherché.’
‘‘An intensely beautiful and original collection that bristles with a strange and often disturbing magic. [...] Jaeggy is a master of the short form.’
‘Jaeggy's astute compression of narrative detail is at once serene and startling. Beneath a placid, opalescent surface lurks a threat or violence that may or may not be realized, but which contributes to the profound impression that people and their lives are unpredictable, coursing with icy, barren wildness.’