“Instantly aphoristic, with the cultural authority of familiar music, Book One alone is enough to secure a poetic reputation. . . . Voyager is an indication of what is possible in the form. For its remarkable innovation, panoramic lyricism, and utter empathy, it may well endure.”
— Harvard Review
“Erasurists find their imaginative space by reading creatively. One of the genre's most creative readers in Srikanth Reddy. Not only is his erasure, the book Voyager, conceptually captivating, but the writing is amazing. Let me repeat that: the writing is amazing.”
— Believer Magazine
"An ambitious, richly imaginative work that poses vital questions about truth, authorship and narrative possibility in contemporary literature."
— International Examiner
"Srikanth Reddy's Voyager unwinds at a hypnotic pace as inexorable as a set of philosophic propositions yet also strangely porous like poetry. Gradually we come to understand words spoken by Escher in the poem 'formal objectivity / might be / a personal matter,' but by then it's too late: we're hooked. It's is a work unlike any other deeply moving disturbing and ultimately fulfilling."—John Ashbery
"In 'erasing'—three times and in an astonishing variety of poetic styles and verse forms—In the Eye of the Storm the memoir of Kurt Waldheim the noted Secretary-General of the UN who after a decade in office was exposed as having been a Nazi SS officer Srikanth Reddy has produced one of the great political poems of our time. Using abusing recycling and reformatting Waldheim's own words Voyager does what no "original" history poem could do: it exposes 'Waldheim's Disease' as much more than one individual's particular mendacity. Read it and weep—but also marvel at Reddy's bravura performance!"—Marjorie Perloff author of The Vienna Paradox
"Our greatest task (all imaginative) is to rid ourselves of the disastrous twentieth century by finding one single gift we can salvage from it. It is the task that Reddy sets himself in this strange beautiful meditation on Voyager 2 and World War 2. The secret hope is hidden as if in a cloud of stars."—Fanny Howe author of The Winter Sun: Notes on a Vocation