“Kirk writes textured, chewy prose… Kirk’s rhetorical excess usually works in his favor, flecking each page with the froth of consciousness.” — New York Times Book Review
"This feverish travel narrative, studded with alternating moments of self-interrogation and self-medication that leave the reader shuddering from the same tremors and throbbing headaches as the author himself, is characterized in equal measure by bursts of arresting tenderness and honesty. The result is a madcap portrait of a person trying—and at times succeeding—to evade a reckoning with his own troubled upbringing, and to numb the cavernous recesses of his own mind." — Interview
“Audacious… An ambitious, strange psychodrama for fans of chimerical nonfiction odysseys.” — Kirkus Reviews
“A novelistically novel form of literary investigation that is by turns bizarre and brilliant, hilarious and heartbreaking.” — Brooklyn Rail
“Walter Benjamin wrote that great works of literature either found genres or dissolve them, but Jay Kirk’s utterly inspired Avoid the Day somehow manages to do both at once. I’ve never read anything quite like it — a vividly funny Gothic picaresque; a deeply learned incursion into mythopoetry; and a dark, self-consuming act of memoiristic alchemy — and I suspect I never will.” — Gideon Lewis-Kraus, author of A Sense of Direction: Pilgrimage for the Restless and the Hopeful
"Jay Kirk's Avoid the Day makes me think of The Thing and The Golden Bough and Hunter S. Thompson and David Foster Wallace and Kierkegaard doing shots in the forest while the Milky Way rotates coldly overhead and oh my god...It truly seems to me to push nonfiction memoir as far as it can go without it collapsing into a singularity and I am at a loss for words. You are just going to have to read it." — Helen Macdonald, author of H is for Hawk
“Avoid the Day is a marvel—a Melvillean chimera—a half-mad detective story that is also a fever dream of a memoir. At heart, the book is a hunt—for ghosts, lost manuscripts, and the truths hidden behind our symbols. What carries us swirling irresistibly along—from a neo-Gothic childhood in the mountains of Vermont, to the backwaters of Transylvania, to the ice fields of the high Arctic—is Kirk's maelstrom mind and his virtuoso prose.”
— Donovan Hohn, author of Moby-Duck and The Inner Coast: Essays