A wickedly witty tale. Ten fine birds were sitting in a line, When the fence got smashed, which was not a good sign, So then there were nign. Jurg Amann’s clever story in verse tells the tale of ten
This is not a fairy tale in the usual sense. There are no princesses, no golden eggs, no happy endings. A brooding portrait of a solitary postapocalyptic existence, The Fairy Tale of the World is none
