“Startling and surreal. . . . Ramadan’s translation is a great gift to readers.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)
"Surreal, mesmerizing, and darkly unhinged." —Astra Magazine
“These surreal, claustrophobic stories bear similarities to the works of Samuel Beckett and Leonora Carrington, but Molinard writes in a voice that is entirely her own… Through Ramadan’s spare and exacting translation, Molinard presents a terrifying portrait of violence and mental illness.” —The New York Times
“Barbara Molinard's strength is her ability to evoke our collective nightmares: being naked, losing a limb, being lost, and being unable to reach safety or love. Hers (and ours) are dreams in which others act with unexplained malevolence while we struggle towards something we'll never attain.” —Barrelhouse
“Like Franz Kafka, Samuel Beckett and, yes, Albert Camus, Molinard is concerned with how life itself is inescapably mad… Not simply a patient returning the medical gaze, Molinard writes to and from the void.” —Cleveland Review of Books
“Dispensing with the ordinary rules of time, space, and motivation that govern our everyday, [Molinard] calls into question just what it means to be human.” —BOMB Magazine
“Complete with striking art and a stunning translator’s note, this “world of little panics” will pull you in and swallow you whole.” —BookRiot
“Taken as a whole, Panics represents an author demonstrating such surrealistic originality, she easily stands up among canon mainstays like Kafka.” —The Line Up
“In a collection of surreal and absurd short stories, Molinard meditates on the anxieties of life… an interesting exploration into the mind of a struggling artist.” —Spectrum Culture
“Panics by Barbara Molinard reads like a classic in the making… Like Kafka, her stories effortlessly blend a nightmarish surrealism with a tight, thematic focus on physical and mental illness, bodily autonomy, and control.” —Necessary Fiction
“Absurd, experimental, and often curiously, unapologetically violent, the book calls to mind the surreal work of Franz Kafka and Samuel Beckett, and even of Molinard’s mentor and friend Duras.”—Washington Independent Review of Books
“With this incisive translation, we’re invited to get lost inside a nervous mind, to walk around and feel the walls closing in.” —Literary Hub
“The debt owed to Molinard, Ramadan, Duras, and the Feminist Press for their cumulative contribution cannot be overstated, especially once you’ve accepted that Panics is comprised not of stories but skeleton keys, all-access passes to the far reaches of psyche-rending isolation, anxiety, and malaise.” —Du Mois Monthly
“Notorious for having destroyed most of her writing, Barbara Molinard has given us a sacred gift in Panics. These stories are rendered with a mastery that directly conveys the preciousness of life. At the end, I found myself in a bit of panic, so to speak—how to go on having seen something so gorgeous?” —Morgan Talty, author of Night of the Living Rez
“Like the disembodied hands and faceless lovers in these stories, there is as much presented as there is withheld in Panics, Barbara Molinard’s singular collection. Marguerite Duras tells us that Molinard destroyed most of her own writing, and I’m fascinated by what’s left out, what’s left unseen, in this essential text.” —Stephanie LaCava, author of I Fear My Pain Interests You
“To read Barbara Molinard’s surreal, tormented, tender, and brutal stories is to dive into the wreck and then witness a singular talent at work. Lucid, horror-drenched, droll, absurd, Panics is perfect reading for the nightmare that is the present. A shriek from the archives, a gift to us all.” —Sarah Thankam Mathews, author of All This Could Be Different
“With its unique, haunting imagery and Kafkaesque momentum, Panics reads like a series of lucid dreams. A gleaming, razor-sharp book that has lost none of its edge in Emma Ramadan’s masterful English translation.” —Olivia Baes, cotranslator of Me & Other Writing
