The Water Statues [Paperback]

Even among Fleur Jaeggys singular and intricate works,Family, obsession, and privilege boiled down by the icy-hot Swiss-Italian master stylist Fleur Jaeggy Stark, surprising prose. Its hard to capture in a line or two the strange precision of Jaeggys prose. Darkness seems never far away. It is hard not to be impressed by Jaeggys 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. She once said, in an interview, One should be in ones own void. Void is silence. Solitude. An absence of relationships. . . . The void is a plant that must continually be watered. It is our good fortune that she sits at her swamp-green typewriter, watering it. Jaeggys 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. Jaeggy seems to have crushed a glass in her palm and tweezed out a few shards for the page. Her prose is indeed extraordinaryit is also frightening. Reading Jaeggy is not unlike diving naked and headlong into a bramble of black rose bushes, so intrigued you are by their beauty: its a swift, prickly undertaking, and you emerge the other end bloodied all over. It is thrilling to live in Jaeggys worlds, which are so intense they threaten to boil over. A beautiful but inscrutable book about disconnection and the passage of time. In this strange and shimmering nonlinear text from Swiss writer Jaeggy, the lonely children of the wealthy and their eccentric employees negotiate the boundary between companionship and solitude...In short, enjoyably expressionistic sections, Jaeggy sketches the emotional livlãH