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 Whether telling of mystics tormented families or famously private writers Jaeggy's terse telegraphic writing is always psychologically clear-eyed & deeply moving always one step ahead or to the side of her readers' expectations In this her long-awaited return we read of an 'eerie maleficent calm a brutal calm' & recognise the timbre of a writer for whom a paradoxical world seethes with quiet violence