“Red Sugar is tantalizing and forbidden, but it is no peepshow. The poems are raw, brash, and full of pluck, yet there is tenderness and honest emotion at the core. Jan Beatty reminds us that there is 'nothing / between us and death but one inch.' She takes us to the edge of being and shows us our own quick mortal souls. Yes, there's rock music and prison sex-but do not think for a moment that this book is merely licentious. Beatty casts a broad canopy over human desire, and within the scope of experience, she finds, too, that we are innocent and sublime beings. A rich, rare treat, this Red Sugar.”
—D. A. Powell
"Tthe boldly sexual first person narratives in Red Sugar are absolutely riveting, artfully fleshed-out poems which generate fear for the character's safety."
—ForeWord Magazine
"This electric, nerve-jangling collection revels in and sometimes rails against the glorious mess of inhabiting a body. The poems, in this, her third collection, are often raw, and full of sex, drugs and rock n' roll, but they're also shockingly soft and tender."
--Pittsburgh Magazine
“A fearless collection. The poems seem to carve out homes inside of women’s bodies and fill them up with the words. Only the words are not comfortable at all, and that’s the draw to this book. “
—Calyx
“Bold, brutal, honest . . . A fiercely inventive, intimate, and visionary book.”
—Review Revue
