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: Extraordinary prose. Reading time is approximately four hours. Remembering time, as for its author: the rest of one's life.--Joseph Brodsky
Clocking in at a sharp 101 pages, you're finished before you can lodge a complaint, its contents going down as smoothly as a martini served in an ice-cold glass.--Kaitlin Phillips "4Columns"
Violence dredged from the depths of consciousness is the most darkly glittering seam running through this world. Exhilarating.--Laura McLean-Ferris "Bookforum"
Jaeggy's astute compression of narrative detail is at once serene and startling. Beneath a placid, opalescent surface lurks a threat of 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.--Emily LaBarge "Los Angeles Review of Books"
Reading Jaeggy 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.--Daniel Johnson "The Paris Review"
Jaeggy seems to have crushed a glass in her palm and tweezed out a few shards for the page. Her prose is indeed extraordinary...it is also frightening.-- "The Rumpus"