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..
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