Jenny Zhang

Praise

• An all-consuming anger had me devouring this book in one sitting. And the book devoured me. We burned together.

  —Mitski

• Rather dazzling.

  —The New York Times Book Review

• To read Jenny Zhang is to embrace primal states: pleasure, hunger, longing and rage.

  —TIME

• These poems … have felt like a lifeline of sorts. Not because they’re unrelated to ever-present concepts like loneliness and longing, but because they deal with those things — as well as love and lust and violence and injustice and life — head-on. Zhang’s writing is visceral, urgent, and hot — her poetry is never a distraction, but rather a beautiful, rage-fueled call to arms.

  —Refinery29

• This is an arresting collection you’ll want to read again and again.

  —Bustle

• When diving into a novel or non-fic feels like a mammoth task in an uncertain world, poetry may be the salve you need – and specifically, it’s Jenny Zhang’s new book of poetry that you definitely want to get at. … My Baby First Birthday will leave you breathless.

  —Dazed

• Daring. . . . In this stirring book, Zhang offers a bounty of memorable lines that celebrate and question the difficulties of womanhood and survival.

  —Publishers Weekly

• Jenny Zhang will always be one of the most important poets writing today. She consistently and constantly stretches the lyric to its necessary and best intentions, telling it where it only may dream or dare to go.

  —Dorothea Lasky, author of Milk

• My Baby First Birthday is like performing when you suspect someone is watching vs when you hope someone will pay attention. It’s viscous, oozing with anger and humor and sexy, sexy death. I love how it opens and opens and opens itself, exasperated by the world history of contradiction and inequality—yet, despite itself, retains a tender, caring core. This book is literally breathtaking. By the end I had to remind myself to breathe.

  —Tommy Pico, author of Feed

• Rabelais wrote Gargantua and Pantagruel and Jenny Zhang wrote My Baby First Birthday, a marvelous book full of cunts, puke, farting oceans, and seppuku, which amounts to an accuracy of feeling. I will probably get in trouble for putting Rabelais in a blurb because almost nobody reads old books or really any books. Jenny Zhang makes me feel alive. Her rage and appetites are unslakable. If everything feels stupid and wrong to you, congratulations: read this book.

  —Ariana Reines, author of A Sand Book