“Piedad Bonnett’s book is breathtaking, magnificent. Beyond the suffering, to not see but feel this life restored to Daniel, this other birth by writing, has something luminous, the majesty of Michelangelo’s Pietà.”

“Life, death, and literature coalesce in a dramatic way in this extraordinary testimony into which Piedad Bonnett pours her most intimate truth and creative mastery.”

“The pain of the mother is here, unfortunately and also miraculously, as infinite as the writer’s artistry. (...) Lucid with every word she pronounces in these pages of terrible beauty, before the delicacy of her wound, Piedad Bonnett emotionally incorporates us into her family. ”

“In short, piercing chapters, Piedad Bonnett faces the unfaceable: the suicide of her son while living in New York and studying at Columbia University. That Which Has No Name is by turns urgent, moving, contemplative—an investigation of loss and love that is filled with a kind of stunned wonder. With her precise, hypnotizing prose, Bonnett has found a way to speak the unspeakable.”

“A scorching book, brave to the point of violence, extraordinary. Piedad Bonnett writes from the abyss and shines light on the shadows with a penetrating and essential text.”