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    Staff Picks: Fathers, Fleabag, and the French Toast of Agony

    by The Paris Review Jul 05, 2019 4 minutes

    Ingeborg Bachmann. Photo: Heinz Bachmann.

    I knew I was going to appreciate Ingeborg Bachmann’s 1971 cult classic before I even picked it up—not only have I enjoyed reading her poetry in the past (some of which has been published in ), she’s also a major influence on one of my favorite writers, Elfriede Jelinek. And so I sat down this past weekend to finally read , recently reissued by New Directions, with a great eagerness—but I didn’t realize just how profoundly it would affect me. The novel is almost impossible to describe—dense and experimental, it’s essentially a portrait of one woman’s psychological unraveling. The narrator, a nameless writer in Vienna, is torn between

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