“A brief and elegiac memoir of a life lived in its shadows and cracks.”

– Artforum

“As cryptic and self-effacing a self-portrait as can be found anywhere ... Panegyric is almost purely literary, in the sense that one need know or care nothing of the author to be captured by it: Debord is seeking to hijack his era into timelessness.”

– London Review of Books

“These concise but extremely rich and provocative memoirs are the product of … a philosopher whose scathing pen has never been so sharp.”

– San Francisco Chronicle