Melanie Thernstrom,
The New York Times Book Review
Sinead Gleeson’s uneven collection of reflective essays is also in need of structure. It’s a mishmash of genres: memoir, meditations, poetry, cultural critique, biography and medical material. Some of her personal stories of pain, illness and death are unforgettable.
Martina Evans,
The Irish Times (UK)
...a collection of hard-won, highly-wrought, fiercely dazzling essays about life in one woman’s body.
Stephanie Merritt,
The Guardian (UK)
Most striking, perhaps, given the amount of suffering [Gleeson] has endured, is this absence of self-pity. Pain is a reason to look outwards, to find expressions of her experience in the work of artists who have given a voice to physical trauma.
Lara Feigel,
The Guardian (UK)
Alongside the essays on blood and ghosts there are pieces on hair, love, loss, motherhood, abortion and hospitals. Collectively, they give us a sketch of Gleeson’s life, while never claiming the definitiveness of an autobiography. What’s offered is something elliptical and fragmentary.