AUTHOR: LITERATURE

Lulu in New York, novel/creative biography, forthcoming (2015).

Bang-Stop, novel, forthcoming (2014).


[sic] (WW Norton & Co [US]; Bloomsbury [UK, Australia, Philippines]; Penguin [India], 2011/12/13).
  • The New York Times “Memoir of the Year,” 2011
  • The Guardian (London), Editors' Choice, 2011
  • The New York Times, Editors' Choice, 2011
  • Wellcome Trust Prize, London: 2011 Longlist
  • Barnes & Noble: Third Place, 2011 Discover Great Writers Award
  • The New York Times, 100 Best Books of the Year, 2011
  • The Australian (Sydney), Top Books of the Year, 2011
  • The Guardian (London), Top Books of the Year, 2011
  • The Guardian (London), Nominee, Best First Book, 2011
  • San Francisco Chronicle, 100 Best Books of the Year, 2011
  • Flavorwire, Top Ten Memoirs of 2011
  • Flavorpill, Top Books of the Year, of 2011
  • Jonathan Franzen's “Two Best Books of 2011”
  • Largehearted Boy, Favorite Nonfiction of 2011
  • Wordpainting, Single Desert Island Book 2012
  • Daily Loaf, 2012 Favorite in Film, Music and Books
  • People Magazine, People's Picks, 12 December 2011
  • The Choicest Blogge (Helsinki), Best Books 2011


Left to right, the European edition, American first edition, and American second edition of [sic].

  • "The memoir of the year." The New York Times
  • “Devastating.” The New Yorker
  • “Welcome to the new face of memoir.” (Nick Flynn)
  • “Watching Cody chart the newly realized connectivity of his passions, memories, illusions, and delusions against a ticking clock is exhilarating, and will send you reeling, too.” Elle
  • “Hilarious and cracklingly intelligent, fully alive and original in every sentence, and abuzz with the feel of our late-latemodern moment.” Jonathan Franzen, The Guardian)
  • “[A] sprightly, manic cancer memoir… The resulting G-force of sex and death and insanity – and also, improbably, of music and math and modernist poetry – is the only evidence you need that for all its seeming formlessness, [sic] is in fact as artfully constructed as a Tarantino film.” The New York Times Book Review
  • “A raw, seductive memoir about [Cody’s] descent into illness and excess . . . offers a beguiling, disquieting performance of the madness and humanity that can attend such life-disfiguring periods.” The San Francisco Chronicle
  • “...this dazzling memoir recalls David Foster Wallace’s obsessive observations and evokes W. G. Sebald’s stream-of-consciousness curiosity (complete with photographs and facsimiles). Cody manages to turn what might have resulted in neurotic chaos into an artful and funny portrait of a man who remains courageous in the face of death; is wholly in love with life, art, and language; and breathes fresh spirit into the memoir genre.” Booklist
  • “In [sic], the young classical composer Joshua Cody outstrips the weepy conventions of a cancer memoir by mixing aggressive, intelligent prose with shocking confessions.” Stephen Heyman, T Magazine
  • I found myself wondering, as I read, what kind of music Cody composes, but it's not hard to venture a guess based on his prose: bright and jazzy and meandering, circling around a main theme with little snatches of repeated imagery and plenty of quotes from his influences…Life, of course, is always the point in a cancer memoir, and to judge from [Sic], Cody's has been livelier than most. Gregory Cowles The New York Times Book Review
  • "A sensorium, and a painful one, a book in which the sentences swing into you like small, gleaming axes…Quite early in [sic] Mr. Cody explains that "I'm not really a writer, I'm just writing this one thing and that's it." That first clause is a prevarication, and the second I hope is untrue. But if it's not, this one-off contains more wounded life than some pretty good writers get between pages during their entire careers." Dwight Garner, The New York Times
  • To open this book is to engage with a spirit at once endlessly curious, genuinely funny, fiercely intelligent, and wonderfully perverse. Reading it I kept having the uncanny sense that I was holding something alive in my hands, something with a pulse. This book is a true gift, a wild ride, and a tour-de-force performance. Nick Flynn (again) :)
  • "Countless musical references, and his prose often takes on a rhythm of its own... all of which cement this, at times, unconventional celebration of everything one man holds dear." Publishers Weekly
  • surprise, magic, flight... The purposive push of his prose, much as a torrent of rainwater madly rivulets hundreds of parallel streams... Well, hell, yes! Welcome to the Show." Thomas Larson, author of The Saddest Music Ever Written:  
  • Joshua Cody gave me whiplash. I can't think of another book that I loathed so actively and that thrilled me as much... It is hard to exaggerate the beauty." Cleveland Plain Dealer


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