"Stella Corso's Green Knife is an investigation into the world as an artefact of thinking or an investigation into thinking as something made by the world as a whole. The book's ostensible subject is art and the humans who precede and follow it in time—and, again, the obverse: the objects that oscillate in semi-permanence around the ephemeral human host. With its double blade of incision and bluntness, Stella Corso's Green Knife could be made of anything—the whole world, vision, light."
—Joyelle Mcsweeney

"Stella Corso is a flâneuse who stays news. Fine, dandy, and refreshingly anti-social, the work herein is erotic, ekphrastic ear candy for the side-eyeing, bittersweet aesthete in all of us."
—Graham Foust

"In the spirit of Agnes Varda's Vagabond, this knife grinder meanders from graze into trespass, slurps soup at the street-facing countertop, watches other women powerwalking and just can't (or won't) get out of the way. I encountered this sibylline book like a one-night stand with a priestess demoted for falling asleep on the job and being devoted to another kind of sensitivity: it worked itself into my soft tissue, it made me remember things I had once sacrificed but long forgot, and it made me look at my daily life with new disgust and applause."
—Valerie Hsiung