“Jackie Wang is dissolute. She refuses the word ‘work’ so her writing is full of location and devoid of it, continuing I guess what was really ripe in the ’70s about what a sentence is and what ‘my’ mind is doing today. It’s not all lost territory but Alien Daughters, most of all, is just profoundly beautiful, hellish new writing. I feel fucking lucky to have this suitcase of Jackie’s, these pets of hers, deflating and surging, bobbing & rocking here right now. Something glorious. What can it be?”
—Eileen Myles

“Absolutely personal, like a plant or a dream, Jackie’s handbook of how to live backwards tumbles through the tumult of a dying and resurrecting world. Jackie appears in these pages as a playful high-priestess spider holding together the weave of a web that leads to the punk house and the prison and the university library and the inner world and the underworld and so on. This writing is very alive as in decomposing into the cosmos. To quote her: ‘the gift of the word has been given to women who are not afraid of the rapture of turning themselves inside out.’”
—Hannah Black

“Alien Daughters Walk Into the Sun is a patchwork epic of feral girlhood, faithful to the subterranean dignity of its materials—dreams, zines, and Tumblr posts. Jackie Wang has written a book I’ve been waiting my whole life to read.”
—Anne Boyer

“Wang is her own unique force. I'm dazzled by her brilliant mind, capacious imagination, and where she takes us, her startling lines carrying the shock of recognition.”
—Shelley Wong, Poetry Society of America

“This book is less a statement than a feverish effort. Wang moves less like a critic or curator than a sister and maker of art…”
—Amber Husain, Bookforum