I am the Brother of XX

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 knows no limits. In 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 quiet violence.

O sotie este suspendata intr-o cusca de pasari; o vizionara din secolul al XIII-lea simte preputul lui Hristos pe limba ei: imaginatia gotica a lui Fleur Jaeggy nu cunoaste limite. In aceasta, revenirea ei mult asteptata, citim despre un ,,calm ciudat si malefic, un calm brutal" si recunoastem timbrul unui scriitor pentru care o lume paradoxala fierbe de violenta linistita.