Dante
Wild Reader
Today I've found on The New Yorker this conversation with Fleur Jaeggy.
A good example of "perfect timing", don't you agree?
A good example of "perfect timing", don't you agree?
She’s as economical in her speech as she is in her writing. Also quirky and enigmatic. Thanks for sharing.Today I've found on The New Yorker this conversation with Fleur Jaeggy.
A good example of "perfect timing", don't you agree?
She has something in common with Clarice Lispector. Clarice also hated interviews, specially those soul probing questions. She finished her one famous interview with the sentence: now I am dead!Today I've found on The New Yorker this conversation with Fleur Jaeggy.
A good example of "perfect timing", don't you agree?
I love that one! Especially when she says "I'm only sad today because I'm tired. Usually I'm happy" heheShe has something in common with Clarice Lispector. Clarice also hated interviews, specially those soul probing questions. She finished her one famous interview with the sentence: now I am dead!
For me it was a good introduction to Jaeggy's fiction.Which is the best book to start then? "Sweet Days of Discipline"?
I Particularly liked the way you captured her atmosphere.One theme that connects three shortlisted writers for this year's W LF Prize is the theme of memory. But since this is Jaeggy's thread, I will only discuss her (the other two candidates will be reviewed in their respective threads).
Jaeggy's oeuvre, which are small in terms of length, is an exploration of memory written in short, austere, terse and telegraphic style with a blend of surrealistic, gothic imagery. Works have an obsessive drive to dig to the past, unknownability of the other and of the self, family secrets, bleak atmosphere, death and dying, pale and passive relations with absent, emotionally distant and unreliable parents evoking despair, distance and alienation, psychological consequences of lasting impact of child neglect recalling Robert Walser (Sweet Days of Discipline), Patrick Modiano and Ingeborg Bachmann (SS Proleterka, These Possible Lives). Also, illustrating in her work that life's a waiting room for death and sign for human connection for the present in vain. But while she doesn't have the drive to investigate into boundaries of memory like Modiano (a style which I love very much), there's not a doubt that she's one of Europe's most underrated literary weapons.