'This is a book about family ties, yes, but also about exile, the immigrant experience and politics. Danticat shows a deft touch in interweaving the strands of her and her fathers' stories, getting the balance exactly right.'

Lorien Kaye (The Age)

'Danticat uses her direct, powerful prose to explore her uncle's shocking death, alongside her father's laboured dying and her own journey to motherhood. The result is a page-turning, lump-in-the-throat modern history of a land through a single family … a deeply moving, heartbreaking story.'

Jennifer Levasseur (The Australian)

'It is a tribute to Danticat's skill and control as a writer that she does not succumb to the temptation of overwriting ... Though rich in detail, especially in those sectionsevoking the author's childhood it Haiti, the writing is completely devoid of sensationalism.'

(The Canberra Times)

'Danticat is a gifted novelist, and she has a remarkable story to tell that spans three generations. Brother, I’m Dying gracefully moves in and out of time, mixing past and present experiences. This is a supple, elegant book that ends with both joy and heartbreak.'

(USA Today)

'Poignant and never sentimental, this elegant memoir recalls how a family adapted and reorganized itself over and over, enduring and succeeding to remain kindred in spite of living apart.'

(Publishers Weekly (starred review))

'This meticulously crafted, deeply felt remembrance is a homage to one remarkable family, and all who persevere, seeking justice and channeling love.'

(Booklist (starred review))

'Deeply affecting ... Danticat brings the lyric language and emotional clarity of her remarkable novel The Dew Breaker to bear on the story of her own family, a story which, like so much of her fiction, embodies the painful legacy of Haiti's violent history, demonstrating the myriad ways in which the public and the private, the political and the personal, intersect in the lives of that country’s citizens and exiles.'

(The New York Times)

'Something magical happens when prize-winning novelist Edwidge Danticat strings words together. From the most trivial details to breathtaking moments of enormous gravity, Danticat uses words as charms that gently beckon readers into her world and make them sigh, smile, laugh and weep. Crafted in Danticat’s signature precise, unflinching prose, her latest, Brother I’m Dying, is yet another revelation.'

(San Francisco Chronicle)

'There is no guarantee that a distinguished fiction writer will produce a successful memoir. Yet Edwidge Danticat -- the author of three elegant and complex novels, including Breath, Eyes, Memory, and the story collection Krik? Krak! brings the same lucid storytelling to Brother, I'm Dying.'

(Los Angeles Times)

'At a time when most American memoirs practically groan under the weight of self-importance and bad-memory baggage, Edwidge Danticat’s Brother, I’m Dying provides a formidable example of an author who knows how to write about her family without hogging the stage.'

(Time Out New York)

'a memoir whose cleareyed prose and unflinching adherence to the facts conceal an astringent undercurrent of melancholy, a mixture of homesickness and homelessness. '

(The New York Times Book Review (starred review))