Review: Anakana Schofield on Jenny Diski

I’m often drawn back to Jenny Diski’s fiction, whose territory stretched from the Bible to a rainforest to mentally distressed adolescents to a baby without a brain, though it is commonly overlooked in any discussion of her life’s work, which came to an end when she died two springs ago at home in Cambridge, England.

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