"These stories are feverish, cruel, and wry, set among the surrealisms of puberty, disability, and precarity." —Joshua Cohen, Harper's
“She lived a little in the shadow of her sister Victoria on the one hand and of her husband Bioy Casares and Borges on the other. She was an extravagant woman when writing her stories, short and crystalline, she was perfect.” —César Aira
“Dark, masterly tales...a (very good) introduction...a (very good) translator...Ocampo’s technique is beyond all reproach; an author has to keep masterly control when letting events veer off beyond the quotidian (the phrase 'magic realism' seems inadequate when applied to her).” —Nicholas Lezard, The Guardian
“Ocampo wrote with fascinated horror of Argentinean petty bourgeois society, whose banality and kitsch settings she used in a masterly way to depict strange, surreal atmospheres sometimes verging on the supernatural.” —The Independent
“Few writers have an eye for the small horrors of everyday life; fewer still see the everyday marvelous. Other than Silvina Ocampo, I cannot think of a single writer who, at any time or in any language, has chronicled both with such wise and elegant humor.” —Alberto Manguel
“Silvina Ocampo is one of our best writers. Her stories have no equal in our literature.” —Jorge Luis Borges
“Silvina Ocampo is, together with Borges and García Márquez, the leading writer in Spanish.” —Jorge Amado
“Unsettling and off-kilter, revelatory and readable.” —A.N. Devers, Longreads
“Magical….Ocampo’s earlier words resonate now with something of the 'clairvoyance' Borges once attributed to her….Mind-blowing hallucinogenic lines…make it important to take the stories in small, slow doses lest we zip by and miss them.” —Jill Schepmann, The Rumpus
“Ocampo mixes unembellished narration and dark, fantastic elements into a heady cocktail.” —Heather Cleary, Lit Hub
“Sublime poet and eminent master of the modern fantastic—her heirs include Julio Cortázar, who praised her ability to summon the strangeness in the everyday, Roberto Bolaño, who declared that he “would live very happily in Silvina Ocampo’s kitchen,” and César Aira—Ocampo deserves to be heralded alongside the greatest Latin American authors of the 20th century…. her prose is intimate and precise, alert to detail…. Her poetic voice is often tranquil…. Yet when her poetry wanders into the terrain of people, Ocampo exhibits emotional dexterity and arresting candidness.” —Jose Teodoro, National Post
“Every story [evokes] a fantastic atmosphere – at once creepy and inviting. Ocampo is a literary angler, drawing her piscine audience closer to the hook with every mysterious sentence until we bite at the bait and she reels us in….Within is a strange world all its own, with memorable characters and elegant prose. It is worthy of becoming a popular classic and not just a forgotten footnote in Argentinian literature.” —Kenyon Ellefson, Portland Book Review
“In the dark world of Ocampo’s fiction, the familiar yet unsettling imagery of fantasy has a sense of reality that reality itself often lacks…. Ocampo can be cruel and cynical, but her spitefulness is clever, and, at her best moments, something tender lurks beneath the sadism. The punishments she cooks up for her characters are presented with unmistakable irony, and the results are frequently comedic and not infrequently touching.” —Becca Rothfeld, Bookforum
"[Ocampo's] poetic sentences apply just the right pressure to turn everyday details vivid, but not lurid…it is time for Ocampo’s dark star to rise. —Scott Esposito, Music and Literature
"Part of the pleasure of reading Ocampo – or rather the thrill, as some of her work is far from pleasurable – is never knowing what the next sentence will bring… Illogic and paradox shoot from the strange soil of her fiction, where dark, perturbing situations thrive… The range of Ocampo’s invention is impressive… Ocampo creates recognisable domestic settings that she then infects with strangeness. In her world a birthday party can become a funeral, objects collected in dreams can be brought into the waking world, and lovers flirt by exchanging stories of death.” —Chris Power, The Guardian
