"Dodge has offered a new, luminous angle on autobiography that not only traces where the body has been - but also what it loves, how it thinks and feels within the potent intellectual and physical detritus of its lived world. Reading this book is like being bathed in the bright, gritty sear of a comet's tail. But the mark it leaves is stunningly terrestrial: a thumbprint of a mind on paper - singular in erudition, hurtfully wonder-struck, and true." (Ocean Vuong) 

"Harry Dodge's voice and vision are singular, but his genius is for revealing how each of us is plural. This is a beautiful record of his loves and deaths and ways of making, but even its most intimate moments open out, become portals to other possible worlds. No genre can hold this book. It is a work of tender force, prying open every category. My Meteorite is breathtaking - or breathgiving, because the whole thing oxygenates discourse, makes me feel alive." (Ben Lerner, poet, novelist, essayist, and critic)

"My Meteorite holds you in its thrall like a brilliant friend - so vulnerable, hot, funny, and casually weird that you don't notice the profundity until you're already walloped by it. Dodge juxtaposes the tenderest of human details with hungry, brain-splitting inquiries into the very premise of life, and these shifts in scale are incredibly moving and provocative. Don't forget to notice that Dodge is a captivating and masterful writer; that's how he pulls this whole thing off." (Miranda July, film director)