"The examination [in this book] goes in depth of many works, far beyond what most people are used to. Yet Silverman never loser her way... A book to challenge the idea of gender and the mind."—Kevin Winter, <i>Sacramento Book Review</i>
"This is an extraordinary book: Silverman's magnum opus. In some respects it is sui generis, and yet its stakes are so high they could almost be called universal. In my opinion, this is the kind of book that one comes across only a few times in one's life. It is that important."—George Baker, University of California, Los Angeles
"Kaja Silverman is not simply one of the most gifted literary and cultural critics of our time: she possesses the kind of roving, idiosyncratic mind one associates with names like Walter Benjamin or E. M. Cioran. <i>Flesh of My Flesh</i> is the most available but also the most challenging book that Silverman has written, and to read it is to feel that you have traveled an extraordinary distance by standing in one place. The repercussions of this book about finitude are infinite." —James Longenbach
"<i>Flesh of My Flesh</i> is a haunting and quite palpably haunted look at the costs of living in illusions of solitude. Kaja Silverman's thesis, pursued over centuries of artistic work and thought, is that it is in the experience of analogy that an authentic approach to mortality is possible. Above all, her project is to illuminate the ways that the individual—artist, soldier, or citizen—is haunted by war and violence and that the metabolizing of such violence and horror requires relationality. From a psychoanalytic perspective in which intersubjectivity and relatedness are central, this is fascinating and welcome news." —Adrienne Harris, New York University