Inger Christensen
Praise for Natalja's Stories
She whispers to me in my own writing, a brilliant, fierce literary mother whom I will read and re-read again and again
Siri Hustvedt
A magnificent writer. I always hoped she would be given the Nobel Prize. When she died, I said: ‘Now they’ve let Inger die.’ I wouldn't have minded waiting. I could have received it later, or perhaps not at all
Herta Müller
Her luminous prose confirms what was already evident in the poems: that Christensen was one of the eminent visionaries of the twentieth century
Los Angeles Review of Books
She whispers to me in my own writing, a brilliant, fierce literary mother whom I will read and re-read again and again
Siri Hustvedt
A magnificent writer. I always hoped she would be given the Nobel Prize. When she died, I said: ‘Now they’ve let Inger die.’ I wouldn't have minded waiting. I could have received it later, or perhaps not at all
Herta Müller
Her luminous prose confirms what was already evident in the poems: that Christensen was one of the eminent visionaries of the twentieth century
Los Angeles Review of Books
She whispers to me in my own writing, a brilliant, fierce literary mother whom I will read and re-read again and again
Siri Hustvedt
A magnificent writer. I always hoped she would be given the Nobel Prize. When she died, I said: ‘Now they’ve let Inger die.’ I wouldn't have minded waiting. I could have received it later, or perhaps not at all
Herta Müller
Her luminous prose confirms what was already evident in the poems: that Christensen was one of the eminent visionaries of the twentieth century
Los Angeles Review of Books
