New Directions is proud to present Fleur Jaeggys strange and mesmerizing essays about the writers Thomas De Quincey, John Keats, and Marcel Schwob.
A renowned stylist of hyper-brevity in fiction, Fleur Jaeggy proves herself an even more concise master of the essay form, albeit in a most peculiar and lapidary poetic vein.
Of De Quinceys early nineteenth-century world we hear of the habits of writers: Charles Lamb spoke of Lilliputian rabbits when eating frog fricassse; Henry Fuseli ate a diet of raw meat in order to obtain splendid dreams; Hazlitt was perceptive about musculature and boxers; and Wordsworth used a buttery knife to cut the pages of a first-edition Burke.
In a book of blue devils and night visions, the Keats essay opens: In 1803, the guillotine was a common childs toy.
And poor Schwobs end comes as he feels like a dog cut open alive His face colored slightly, turning into a mask of gold.
His eyes stayed open imperiously.
No one could shut his eyelids.
The room smoked of grief.
Fleur Jaeggys essays--or are they prose poems?--smoke of necessity: the pages are on fire.
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