“Pierre Guyotat is the prince of prose.” —Alain Badiou
“Guyotat renders the obscene violence of colonialism with unflinching honesty. His writing is gorgeous, brutally poetic without pretense or over-aestheticization. ‘Insects scuttle between my fingers like words that escape me.’ I didn’t just read Idiocy, I was captured by it. It is a book that throws off your blinders, that changes you.” —Dodie Bellamy
“Idiocy, as a work of memoir, maintains an uncanny sobriety throughout its reportage, indulgent in its poetical description . . . As a medium intended to survey war and warmongering, Idiocy becomes more than a simple pulling back of the curtain of atrocity; it would, instead, pull down the whole damned rigging, lights, cameras, and all.” —Blake Butler
“[Guyotat is] anti-authoritarian, pushing the French language to its limits of meaning, and fascinated by the filth of fighting, illness, and recovery. . . An ugly, terrifying memoir of childhood, war, and violation, rendered into nightmarish English.” —Kirkus Reviews