"This is a fiercely feminist book in the best sense, carving out a space for a female intelligence and decimating certain kinds of male productivity/surety. Cooperman has found her own form and managed to create a remarkable book-howlingly sad, oddly joyous, and persuasively devoted to a wayward/outsider/termite definition of art."-David Shields
"An engaging and distinctive read, Woman Pissing challenges, provokes, and inspires. . . . Woman Pissing refuses to give way to conventional narrative, charts its own path, and evidences the instinctual effort and devotion of a writer keenly aware of just how thin the membrane between art and life can truly be."-Jericho Parms, author of Lost Wax
"A book about the effort to write it, Woman Pissing is a living thing. Cooperman makes art of the effort to make art and manages, in that process, to make art-of art itself. The product is not final but a record of the process-pure pleasure for the reader."-Kary Wayson, author of The Slip