"Mlinko’s poems are . . . wild, energetic, alive, wantonly catholic in their allusiveness, often downright chatty." —Troy Jollimore, The New York Times Book Review

"Mlinko’s erudition is astounding, and her feeling for language is maximalist . . . [The] sheer delight bubbling behind her wordplay is irresistible." —Oona Holahan, Los Angeles Review of Books

“Dazzling . . . [Mlinko] is above all a master craftswoman, a poet of relentless exactitude combined with charm and restraint.” —Jesse Nathan, McSweeney's

"'Death is the mother of beauty,' Wallace Stevens wrote. Venice adds to its contemplation of death and beauty a deep account of motherhood at a crossroads, now that art and mortality share an empty nest . . . Venice is, among many other things, a beautiful elegy for teenagers of this generation." —Dan Chiasson, The New York Review of Books

"There’s something at once classical and modern about Ange Mlinko’s most recent collection of poems, Venice, which tethers formal dexterity to matters of the heart and close natural observation to cool scrutiny. . . A reader could be merely dazzled by all this surface stylishness – the way in which Mlinko navigates the sestina (among other forms), builds musical, resonant work from encyclopaedic allusion, makes bold leaps of association and connotation – but then they would miss the heart beneath it all." —Declan Ryan, The Times Literary Supplement

"Mlinko offers readers a catalog of sonorous pleasures in this capacious book." —Publishers Weekly