PRAISE FOR SO SAD TODAY

“It would have been easy for Broder to stay anonymous and simply publish a book of…popular tweets, but instead, she chose to challenge herself in what turned out to be a triumph of unsettlingly relatable prose.”
–Vanity Fair

“Broder writes about the hot-pink toxins inhaled every day by girls and women…and the seemingly impossible struggle to exhale something pure, maybe even eternal…there’s a bleak beauty in the way she articulates her lowest moments.”
–Bookforum

“Broder presents a dizzying array of intimate dispatches and confessions…She has a near-supernatural ability to not only lay bare her darkest secrets, but to festoon those secrets with jokes, subterfuge, deep shame, bravado, and poetic turns of phrase.”
–New York Magazine

“Her writing is deeply personal, sophisticated in its wit, and at the same time, devastating. SO SAD TODAY is a portrait of modern day existence told with provocative, irreverent honesty.”
–Nylon

“What separates Broder from her confessional cohort, as “filthy” (her word) as her pieces are, is that she doesn’t seem to be out to shock, but to survive. If her Twitter account is a darkly comic, “creative way to distract myself and cope,” as she describes it, then her essays are deeper excavations of that same mind.”
–Elle

“…So Sad Today is uplifting and dispiriting in seemingly equal measure. It’s a book that’s incredibly human in the way it allows for deep self-reflection alongside Broder, which speaks not only to her powerful writing but also the internet’s magical ability to foster connections.”
–A.V. Club

“Broder may be talking about things like sexts, Botox, and crushes, but these things are considered alongside contemplations about mortality, identity, and the difficulty of finding substance in a world where sometimes it’s so much easier to exist behind a screen.”
–The Fader

“At once devastating and delightful, this deeply personal collection of essays…is as raw as it is funny.”
–Cosmopolitan

“Broder’s essays often left me with a sharp sense of feminine recognition. I would read her accounts of heartbreak, sexual dissatisfaction, and alienation and think, Same…”
–The New Yorker

“…delightful…Broder embarks on an earnest, sophisticated inquiry into the roots and expressions of her own sadness…deeply confessional writing brings disarming humor and self-scrutiny…Broder’s central insight is clear: it is ok to be sad, and our problems can’t be reduced to a single diagnosis.”
–Publishers Weekly

“Broder is probably the Internet’s most powerful merchant of feelings…”
–GQ

“Broder writes with the kind of honesty that can make you cringe and laugh, and then catch your breath, brought up short by a kind of existential dread.”
–Salon

“Her poignant (and at times profane) writing [is] delivered with generosity and without any judgment. This book is full of dirty secrets, all of which are transformed into something healing when they reach the light of day…The resulting collection is both gross and gorgeous…”
–The Globe and Mail

“So Sad Today is astonishly refreshing.”
–Rookie

“…Melissa Broder is undoubtedly one of the best essay stylists at work today…Broder’s writing is funny and sober, her honesty uncomfortable and comforting, and reading her book is just like getting a text from your best friend…It’s easy enough to say that So Sad Today is brutally honest, but there’s a real kindness to Broder’s honesty, too, the intimacy with which it beckons a reader’s shy and tender heart. In Broder’s company, we can dare to tremble at our own depths.”
–Ploughshares

“Her writing…feels like a friend reaching out and saying ‘Hey, me too.’”
–I-D

“These essays are…rawer, braver…making the book both difficult to put down and difficult not to admire for its immediacy and candor.”
–Yahoo Style

“Vividly rendered and outspokenly delivered essays…Sordid, compulsively readable entries that lay bare a troubled soul painstakingly on the mend.”
–Kirkus Reviews

“…when she does arrive at some answer, it’s usually quite profound…concise strains with clever verbiage that imparts understanding (if not acceptance) and a willingness to move forward. To progress, and (perhaps) to grow…Broder holds her own against the skeletons in her closet and monsters under her bed, bludgeoning them with wiser-than-her-years wisdom and self-deprecating banter…”
–The Examiner

“If Melissa Broder weren’t so fucking funny I would have wept through this entire book. Love, sex, addiction, mental illness and childhood trauma all join hands and dance in a circle, to the tune of Melissa’s unmatched wit and dementedly perfect take on this terrifying orb we call home.”
–Lena Dunham

“So Sad Today is a desperately honest collection of essays, the kind that make you cringe as you eagerly, shamelessly consume them. Melissa Broder lays herself bare but she does so with strength, savvy, and style. Above all, these essays are sad and uncomfortable and their own kind of gorgeous. They reveal so much about what it is to live in this world, right now.”
–Roxane Gay

“Melissa Broder’s essays are as raw as an open vein.“
–Molly Crabapple

“From the moment I started this book, I couldn’t put it down. Melissa Broder GETS IT. This book takes the side effects of mental illness and makes them funny. Anyone who is battling with depression, anxiety, existential dread/crises, or just anyone who has a brain, should read this book.”
—Bethany Cosentino, Best Coast

“What a decadent, hilarious, important, devastating book this is. SO SAD TODAY will explode on impact in your mind.“
—Jami Attenberg, New York Times bestselling author of The Middlesteins and Saint Mazie

“With irreverence and wit, Melissa Broder confronts the most hidden and grotesque parts of herself…Reading her, it seems that we’re all fucked-up, but it’s because of this that we connect with each other, fall in love, find contentment, and maybe even a little happiness.“
—Sarah Gerard, author of Binary Star

“Irreverent, ballsy, impossible to put down. With courage and humor, Broder shows us that the underbelly of self-awareness is the existential sads.“
—Courtney Maum, author of I Am Having So Much Fun Here Without You

PRAISE FOR SCARECRONE

“Broder manages to conjure a psychic realm best described as one part twisted funhouse and two parts Catholic school, heavy on libido and with a dash of magick. This gritty, cherry soda–black book…is bizarrely sexy in its monstrousness.”

Publishers Weekly

“I don’t know what a book is if not a latch to elsewhere, and Scarecrone has pressed its skull against the hidden door. It is neither drunk nor ecstatic to be here—it is a state unto itself.”

VICE

“Lushly dark and infused with references to black magic, Broder’s work often feels less like a book and more like a mystical text.”

PAPER

PRAISE FOR MEAT

“…Broder’s second collection cranks up the weird by mining the grotesqueries of her speakers’ relationships with men, god, the self, and food. That these elements often become indistinguishable–as in “Ciao Manhattan,” where “It is so god/ When the voice is like wheat// Spooned wheat/ In whole milk”–is evidence of Broder’s talent for showing us our contemporary conflict: god is both a haven from the grotesque and the name we rail against when we aren’t safe from it. But Broder is smarter than to suggest that there are only two sides to this dilemma. Out to “crucify boredom,” her poems show us how any relationship with the divine is no less at risk of engendering grotesque lust. “Yesterday the worship rattled like an engine,” she writes, and “God keeps unfurling me/ with god’s gigantic helium.” What makes Broder such a pleasure on the page is her insistence that these dramas play out on a workaday stage infused with surreal Pop and imaginative muscle. “When the last Beatle dies,” she tells us in “Ringo,” “the president hits a kill switch/ and all our possessions/ drift like eyelashes/ through a crack in the sky.” In Broder’s hands, it’s good to kiss them good-bye.”

Publishers Weekly

With a title recalling Yeats (“Consume my heart away; sick with desire / And fastened to a dying animal”), Broder risks the divine in her second book: ‘Yesterday the worship rattled like an engine / I said Let this voltage last forever.’ But the voltage won’t. These shrewd, funny, twisted, sad poems were written by a ‘Lonesome Cowgirl’ who ‘stopped looking for magic’ somewhere and now just wants to ‘buzz all night.’ ‘Once I was a nightrider with a wild rag. / Now I haven’t seen a horse in three years.’ The familiar vacillation of spiritual yearning and sensual pleasure is given an upgrade: ‘Please describe / your vomiting; it is like a psalm to me / a place where wilderness might be new.’ ‘Boredom is going to get crucified’ on Broder’s watch.

The Chicago Tribune

“Meat Heart by Melissa Broder is unbelievable and overwhelming for its imaginative power alone, but if you listen past the weird you can hear all sorts of things: sadness, seriousness, life, death, and a whole lot of laughter. I love it. Broder is a tremendous talent and I’m glad that book exists.”

Flavorwire

Melissa Broder’s Meat Heart embodies that strain of sustenance, that sort of psychosomatic excitement most valiant art more or less tries to pull off…it’s a sleek machine hauling gnarly cargo—persons, places, things, things, things. Because Melissa’s projections—more pop personist than personal—lay forth, and are laid upon, a sense of spirit contingent on body, we get more than love songs. We get skewed prayers. We get banquets. Transfigurations and showdowns, tough ghosts and fake heavens, escapades through culture-struck waking dreams and flaming cities of memory. Her poems don’t bore or bear down. They beam oracle energy. They pump a music of visions for the life-lusty death dance.

BOMB

“[In] Meat Heart there is a burgeoning tension between the spiritual life of the imagination and its blood and guts container—the forehead, the hips, the heart—that is both dire and light. At the core of these poems is hunger, the drive to consume or destroy, an instinctual void as visceral as it is absurd…”

The Rumpus

Don’t believe Melissa Broder when she writes, “I’m afraid / to say anything with heart.” This book is not afraid, as she proves right away and on every page, and that’s why we needed her to make it. A little dark, a little damaged, a little deranged, but definitely not afraid—and never short on the titular organ, which also acts as mouth and mind. The whole book pumps, and I swear some of what’s coming in and out are flashes of light that you can read it by.

–Mark Bibbins, author of The Dance of No Hard Feelings

With her hallmark wit and brilliance, Melissa Broder has followed up her heralded When You Say One Thing But Mean Your Mother with Meat Heart, a book of poems that is at once apocalyptic, full of sorrow, and packed with images crystalline in their beauty and truth. In these poems, Broder takes us through a world that is both alien and familiar to the world that we already know, a wild landscape where there is “ash fish / and elemental octopi,” where “cornhusk filaments / Still jacket tongues,” and where in a place with “200 flavors of panic/the worst is seeing with no eyes.” All of these freakish things to help us confront the bald fact that we are all just a series of meat hearts ourselves. It is here that Broder shows her generosity as a poet, because she makes us a new world in these poems where we go beyond meat—a world where Broder tells us, “Somewhere I stopped looking for magic.” I guess she found all she needed; this book is full of magic.

–Dorothea Lasky, author of Thunderbird

The speaker in Meat Heart is either an old-world witch or a contemporary warlock. That is to say, this speaker-being gallops through time making thrilling observations. There is a focus on meat, blood and food. The poems tear through the reader with a reassuring giggle, yet remain ominous. Broder writes, “I find a thighbone in his mattress / and think of friends gone missing.” She also writers “G-d loves my hair,” so we are reminded not to be overly frightened. To read Meat Heart is to consume, perish, murder, glitter, and prophesize. To say that Broder is fearless is not saying enough.

–Natalie Lyalin, author of Pink and Hot Pink Habitat

PRAISE FOR MOTHER

“This debut from Broder…is as funny and hip as it is disturbing…These poems are also quirkily compassionate…sexy, and at times even gross… Throughout, Broder searches for a place to stand, and for an object for her considerable sympathies. This is a bright and unusual debut.”
Publishers Weekly

“…obsessive, energetic and pop-culture-infused poetry…”
Time Out New York

“…Melissa Broder performs a kind of literary augury few poets have the stamina for…The muscular, resilient, compassionate force behind When You Say One Thing But Mean Your Mother characterizes a new generation of poets who have cast off the safety net of simple repartée…The result in this volume of poems is an inventive, restless ricochet between a cultural psyche at war with what it has been taught to idealize, and its bullshit-sensitive belly-mind. Broder’s insight and honesty will make your brain light up and your hair stand on end.”
The San Francisco Examiner

“Broder’s verse is acrobatic and whip-smart…its own creature. A fit and noisy body, it steamrolls through crises with the sugar and swing typically associated with the likes of The Shangri-Las and Ramones. These poems go on gut rhythm and beg for exclamation in a crowded room rather than the mute restraint of the printed page. And that’s a good thing too.”
Bomb

Broder reminds us that we come from the womb, but there’s no returning thereto. Yet, with a delightful balance between the dark and the heady, the poems provide a sense that revelry in moments of bleakness is always both possible and desirable.
American Book Review

“…an energetic dissection of contemporary American life…Broder’s observations on the meaning and nonsense of pop culture are penetrating and illuminating…a vibrant and eclectic collection.”
PANK

“Melissa Broder shows major chops. Here is a poet with a gift of gaze, able to look long and hard and deep at the world…churning near-perfect lines out of her observations…in a narrative voice that is charming, disarming, and instantly addictive…The world of this book is real world, profoundly felt…she’s infused something sparkling and super-charged into the seemingly banal—which is maybe a decent definition for art. Broder can work with anything—from the Dixie cups at the methadone clinic to pots of chicken soup…a major statement from a poet with skill and soul.”
–decomP

“She’s a gunslinger, staring down reality, taunting it, laughing down its barrel….[Broder] could breathe new life into the world of poetry, taking the proverbial stick out of the ass of modern literature.”
Notes & Gracenotes

“…evokes Portnoy’s Complaint and Woody Allen and generally just sticks in your head…”
Tablet

“Lusty, obsessive, and drug-fueled are words not usually used to describe a book of poems—but in this case, they apply. Melissa Broder’s work offers readers a rush, buzz, panoply of pop culture, as well as her own boisterous brand of dark humor. But be warned: behind the irrepressible excess, an extremely clear-headed and sharp-witted poet is taking notes. Her unique gift for being both grounded and giddy at once gives this writing its delightfully wicked edge.”

—Elaine Equi, Ripple Effect

“Melissa Broder’s poems are bad-ass ninja assassins smoking Camel straights and drinking Tab in blood-soaked satin tutus. Her new book is full of tightly-crafted, controlled explosions…“Did you vomit in my shower?” begins a poem, and continues to progress in discoveries. When you think she can’t get any wilder, she climbs yet another rung…She speaks in many tongues, and all of them bite.”

—Jennifer L. Knox, Drunk By Noon

“Broder surveys the public and private landscapes of America in this sticky, syrupy late night breakfast of contemporary culture— “it smells of sloppy joe and strawberry Charleston Chew.”  Everything you love and hate about consumer culture and the media is in this book…”

—Matthew Rohrer, Rise Up

“Melissa Broder’s ebullient, essayistic poems pay attention to sounds and sense, rousing tunes out of Duane Reades and words like “unhitchery” equally. She addresses her poems to a world of non-poetic people who might find themselves in her poems: people with acne, teenage waifs, and aging anarchists alike. They are cosmopolitan in a playful kind of way. They’re super poems.”

—Daniel Nester, How to Be Inappropriate

“Whether she is writing about the baggage borne by modern romance, spitting out peyote buttons, or declaring “you have mixed feelings about suicide prevention,” Melissa Broder speaks with tart charm and arresting detail of a generation figuring out how and what to love. Her poems are droll, edgy, a little on edge, and deftly poetic. Even when they speak out of the side of their mouth, under their breath they are wonderfully, and subversively, moral.”

—David Groff, Theory of Devolution


Last Sext

LAST SEXT

So Sad Today

SO SAD TODAY

"What separates Broder from her confessional cohort...is that she doesn’t seem to be out to shock, but to survive."
–Elle

"Broder presents a dizzying array of intimate dispatches and confessions…She has a near-supernatural ability to not only lay bare her darkest secrets, but to festoon those secrets with jokes, subterfuge, deep shame, bravado, and poetic turns of phrase."
–New York Magazine

"A triumph of unsettlingly relatable prose."
–Vanity Fair

"Her writing is deeply personal, sophisticated in its wit, and at the same time, devastating. SO SAD TODAY is a portrait of modern day existence told with provocative, irreverent honesty."
–Nylon

"At once devastating and delightful, this deeply personal collection of essays…is as raw as it is funny."
–Cosmopolitan

"Broder writes about the hot-pink toxins inhaled every day by girls and women...and the seemingly impossible struggle to exhale something pure, maybe even eternal...there's a bleak beauty in the way she articulates her lowest moments."
–Bookforum

"Broder may be talking about things like sexts, Botox, and crushes, but these things are considered alongside contemplations about mortality, identity, and the difficulty of finding substance in a world where sometimes it’s so much easier to exist behind a screen."
–The Fader

"…So Sad Today is uplifting and dispiriting in seemingly equal measure. It’s a book that’s incredibly human in the way it allows for deep self-reflection alongside Broder, which speaks not only to her powerful writing but also the internet’s magical ability to foster connections."
–A.V. Club

"...delightful...Broder embarks on an earnest, sophisticated inquiry into the roots and expressions of her own sadness...deeply confessional writing brings disarming humor and self-scrutiny...Broder's central insight is clear: it is ok to be sad, and our problems can't be reduced to a single diagnosis. "
–Publishers Weekly

"Broder is probably the Internet’s most powerful merchant of feelings…"
–GQ

"Vividly rendered and outspokenly delivered essays…Sordid, compulsively readable entries that lay bare a troubled soul painstakingly on the mend."
–Kirkus Reviews

"If Melissa Broder weren’t so fucking funny I would have wept through this entire book. Love, sex, addiction, mental illness and childhood trauma all join hands and dance in a circle, to the tune of Melissa’s unmatched wit and dementedly perfect take on this terrifying orb we call home."
–Lena Dunham

"So Sad Today is a desperately honest collection of essays, the kind that make you cringe as you eagerly, shamelessly consume them. Melissa Broder lays herself bare but she does so with strength, savvy, and style. Above all, these essays are sad and uncomfortable and their own kind of gorgeous. They reveal so much about what it is to live in this world, right now."
–Roxane Gay

Scarecrone

S C A R E C R O N E

"Broder manages to conjure a psychic realm best described as one part twisted funhouse and two parts Catholic school, heavy on libido and with a dash of magick. This gritty, cherry soda–black book...is bizarrely sexy in its monstrousness."
–Publishers Weekly

"I don’t know what a book is if not a latch to elsewhere, and Scarecrone has pressed its skull against the hidden door. It is neither drunk nor ecstatic to be here—it is a state unto itself."
–VICE

"Lushly dark and infused with references to black magic, Broder's work often feels less like a book and more like a mystical text."
–PAPERMAG

Meat Heart

MEAT HEART

"Out to 'crucify boredom,' her poems show us how any relationship with the divine is no less at risk of engendering grotesque lust...What makes Broder such a pleasure on the page is her insistence that these dramas play out on a workaday stage infused with surreal Pop and imaginative muscle..."
–Publishers Weekly

"With a title recalling Yeats...Broder risks the divine in her second book...shrewd, funny, twisted, sad poems..."
–The Chicago Tribune

"Meat Heart...is unbelievable and overwhelming for its imaginative power alone, but if you listen past the weird you can hear all sorts of things: sadness, seriousness, life, death, and a whole lot of laughter....Broder is a tremendous talent"
–Flavorwire

"...Meat Heart embodies that strain of sustenance, that sort of psychosomatic excitement most valiant art more or less tries to pull off…Her poems don’t bore or bear down. They beam oracle energy. They pump a music of visions for the life-lusty death dance."
–BOMB

Melissa Broder's Book Cover

MOTHER

“This debut from Broder is as funny and hip as it is disturbing… a bright and unusual debut.”
–Publishers Weekly

"…obsessive, energetic and pop-culture-infused poetry…"
–Time Out New York

"Broder’s insight and honesty will make your brain light up and your hair stand on end.”
–The San Francisco Examiner

"Broder’s verse is acrobatic and whip-smart… its own creature."
–Bomb