Maggie Nelson is the author of Bluets (Wave Books, 2009), Women, the New York School, and Other True Abstractions (University of Iowa Press, 2007), The Red Parts: A Memoir (Free Press, 2007), The Art of Cruelty (WW Norton, 2011), and The Argonauts (Graywolf, 2015). Nelson is also the author of several books of poetry, including Something Bright, Then Holes (Soft Skull Press, 2007), Jane: A Murder (Soft Skull, 2005), The Latest Winter (Hanging Loose Press, 2003) and Shiner (Hanging Loose, 2001). She has been the recipient of an Arts Writers grant from the Creative Capital/Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts and a John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation Fellowship for Nonfiction. She has taught writing and literature at the Graduate Writing Program of the New School, Wesleyan University, and Pratt Institute of Art. Nelson currently lives in Los Angeles where she teaches on the BFA and MFA faculty of the School of Critical Studies at California Institute of the Arts.
Recipient of a 2010 John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation Fellowship for Nonfiction
Bluets is a collection of words that keeps vibrating, that can never be worn out. —Peter Rock, The Rumpus
It’s been said that a great writer can turn any subject into an engaging book...this is precisely what Bluets, Maggie Nelson’s arty, smart and gorgeous meditation on the color blue, sets out to do, and it is alarming how much drama she creates from a subject so apparently simple —Time Out New York
I never feel satisfied with poetry that is wholly cerebral or wholly emotional, so I love that Maggie Nelson’s writing gives me a philosophy fix along with a hit of Romantic sublime. —Elisa Gabbert, Open Letters Monthly
She veers, she collects, she assembles quotes, she confesses, she wheels unsignaled between ornate preciosity and the uncluttered blunt. —John Latta, Isola di Rifiuti
The proliferation of ideas from these bits and pieces of carefully reconstructed information is stunning. Nelson deftly weaves acutely felt emotions into her intellectual musings. —The Blog of Disquiet