“[In I’m a Man] the prose is stripped down, sinewed with dialogue; the surreal replaced by what we might call the hyperreal. The compression of these stories comes not from figurative language, but from Johnson’s ability to go to the heart of the matter; the comic edge — a given in Johnson’s work — is here no longer zany. In I’m a Man, what’s funny costs failure and disappointment; what’s funny is also poignant. What this book has in common with Johnson’s poems is his insistence that a writer get more down than craft, that a work of art also entertain.”
— Stuart Dybek