“Shields makes it easy to identify with his confusions and screw-ups and ambivalences, but his insightfulness and careful consideration are his canny talent. Gladdeningly inclusive, like a hug from Walt Whitman: declarative and fraught and good.” -- Kirkus Reviews, March 15, 2002
“Enough About You is an autobiography that complicates the process of autobiographical writing, of talking about oneself directly, at every turn... [I]f consciousness is irrevocably fragmented, [Shields is] pretty good at putting the pieces back together. 'Seamless' would be the wrong word for this book, but Shields's ability to weave a coherent and rather likable voice-ironic, self-implicating, blackly funny, hopeful-through these disjointed passages is impressive.” -- Elaine Blair, Newsday
“At a time when publication in the genre of autobiography is almost overwhelming, Shields has done something different. While this book is certainly about him, it is also much more: Shields lets us into his mind and turns his life into a narrative with each short chapter working as a snapshot of his life and related subjects. For instance, the reader is treated to intimate and humorous details of relationships he has had with two women, Rebecca and Rachel. He also explores such subjects as sex, literary criticism, family, and even actor Bill Murray. In doing so, Shields examines the impulse to write about our experiences, turning our lives into works of art. Shields pulls this off with candor and grace to such an extent that we can see ourselves shining through.” -- Ron Ratliff, Library Journal
“Like Shields's previous novels, short story collection, and works of nonfiction, Enough About You works because of the writer's fearless honesty.” -- J. Peder Zane, Raleigh News & Observer, June 16, 2002
“Enough About You exudes a razor-edged, sad-sack sensibility that's hard to resist-like Jerry Seinfeld crossed with Lydia Davis or Maurice Blanchot. As with fellow creative nonfictioneers Hilton Als and Bernard Cooper, Shields's graceful prose makes a meal of ephemera.” -- Joy Press, Village Voice, May 8, 2002