“Lockwood has written a roving chronicle of the madness of illness and the frightening porousness of what it means to be yourself in the hilariously profound way that only she could.”

— Vulture

“Bonkers.”

— The New York Times

“Reliably brilliant.”

— The Washington Post

“A wild, devilishly curious, often hallucinatory ride that’s worth its weight in insights.”

— The San Francisco Chronicle From the Booker Prize finalist and

“Patricia Lockwood… writes with the impish verve and provocative guilelessness of a peeing cupid.”

— The New Yorker

“Completely singular… Patricia Lockwood’s body of work is like this: a hymn—or ode, depending on the day—to the painful project of being human.”

— The New Republic

“The author’s fans will find her trademark humor, originality, and depth on full display. This is a knockout.”

— starred Publishers Weekly

“A book that reads like a prose poem, at once sublime, profane, intimate, philosophical, witty and, eventually, deeply moving.”

— The New York Times

“Reading Patricia Lockwood raises questions. Questions such as, How can a person understand both herself and the world with such clarity? How does a person experience things so intensely and express them so buoyantly? Am I laughing or am I crying? Lockwood’s first novel is as crystalline, witty, and brain-shredding as her poetry and criticism.”

— Vulture

“Wow. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much reading a book. What an inventive and startling writer…I’m so glad I read this. I really think this book is remarkable.”

— David Sedaris

“God, is she funny!”

— The New Yorker