"This heartbreaking story of patricide will move readers with its startling notes of empathy."—Publishers Weekly"Employing muscular, wide-open prose and deep, dark empathy, Martin succeeds in doing this exactly here: compels us to contend with an everything. Wolf works by struggle and resistance."—Tom DeBeauchamp, Big Other"The novel is based on a true crime, but the recreation of evidence into an easily digestible narrative is resisted. Instead, the writer pushes poetic prose to new heights while producing an attuned sense of empathy for characters in unthinkable circumstances."—Zachary Ginsburg, The Adroit Journal"I’m realizing how much I usually depend on instruction to understand and name suffering. Wolf asks us to do this work on our own."—Spencer Quong, The Paris Review"Wolf utterly blew me away. It’s a novel told in poetic, yet conversational vignettes, that focuses on gender, masculinity, boyhood, and home. What is a home and how do we create safe homes for ourselves? And more so, how do we become our true selves, and not the selves society wants us to be—and falsely constructs? These are the questions the novel asks, as it tells the story of a family (specifically of a father and two brothers) and a murder—and how we live in a world of violence."—Joanna C. Valente, Luna Luna Magazine"Wolf is a horror story, a love story, story of survival, of parenting and of coming of age. It manages to be so many contradictory things by a-newly creating the English language—by making a brand new English that is both alienating and intimate. It is a marvel."—Tiphanie Yanique"I love this strange, stunning novel, thrilling and so full of yearning and danger. Wolf puts words together in beautiful and ingenious ways that left me envious and breathless."—John McManus"An acutely mysterious and unsettling novel, in which Douglas A. Martin has managed to make the disorientation of trauma into its own form. I felt the ghost of Faulkner in its pages, and the ghost of the family rise up."—Amina Cain"Like the best of poetry, Wolf pulls off the impossible, again and again. We don’t so much 'read' this work as inhabit the interstices between each word and the next. Only a poet could write a novel so terrifying, riveting, unpredictable and gorgeous. More than this, Douglas A. Martin brilliantly injects the world of this novel with eros and the demand for a horizon of repair from trauma."—Jordy Rosenberg“There is a reverence in Douglas Martin's writing composed of equal parts language and love.”—Dale Peck
