—The Paris Review
Spooky and sublime.
—Lowry Pressly, Los Angeles Review of Books
Gander’s novel surges. No other writer that I know of has so accurately and carefully depicted the tiny internecine battles of two lovers on an interminable drive as does Gander in this book.
—Hari Kunzru, author of Gods Without Men
The Trace is a poet’s book, which is to say it is filled with the pleasures of language, sharply and skillfully used, but Forrest Gander also has the narrative drive of the best novelists. The Trace is a tense, propulsive thriller, which keeps on building until the very last page.
—The New Yorker
Gander’s poetic writing lends this story a dense, brooding atmosphere; a carefully crafted novel of intimacy and isolation.
As in his previous works, Gander shows he is keenly aware of the loneliness that imbues human suffering and sets grief alight using beautiful, tense, haunting prose.
—The Washington Post
What really haunts Gander, who is a translator as well as a poet, isn’t so much death as the complexities of life: the frequently unknown stories that lie beneath and within the stories we tell.
—The Boston Review
His work burrows into the particularities of disparate places and cultures in order to sound the differences between them.
—Robert Hass, The Washington Post Book World
A restlessly experimental writer.
A moving elegy. It is also proof that language has magical potential.
—The Harvard Review
The clarity of his artistic vision, formal innovation, and emotional honesty are enviable.
—Jeanette Winterson, The New York Times Book Review
In this strange and beautiful novel as in life, love is part of what is sacred.
—The Boston Review
In Core Samples Gander burrows into the particularities of disparate places and cultures in order to sound the differences between them. His work moves across forms and modes, reminding us that writing is an action, a process of creation, itself a form of traveling.
—Elizabeth Lund, The Washington Post
The reader is constantly surprised by what comes next — such as a side trip to Utopia, VA — and begins to crave the interruptions, which add freshness and energy to the work.
He brings the world’s frightening and beautiful strangeness far beyond the edge of the page.
The wonder of this is the concentration…. I am thinking that there are writers and there are writers and this guy takes the cake.
- Literature, Philosophy, & the Humanities Journal*