"Knox’s poetry is massively entertaining, but it’s an entertainment of substance. Death, she reminds the reader, is everywhere, and it’s going to get us all. That reminder becomes a bizarre relief, spoken by a brilliantly blunt poet whose subtle pleasures cannot — and should not — be ignored."
—The New York Times
"Knox’s aesthetic falls somewhere between Carson McCullers’s The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter and John Waters’s film Pink Flamingos. And there is the surprising tidiness of her writing, despite its pace and the amount of stuff she packs in. She writes the way Dean Moriarty parks cars."
—The Poetry Review
“Endlessly entertaining and emotionally stimulating.”
—Publisher’s Weekly (starred review)
”Though many tout Knox’s humor as her most popular quality, like the best technicians of comedy it is the jugular she goes for, by way of the jocular."