Longlisted for the 2021 Story Prize. Staff picked at The New Yorker and The Paris Review.
Featured in Poets & Writers “First Fiction 2020.”Pigiama Party was translated by Michele Martino and published by Bompiani in 2023.
Fully committed to the truth no matter how dark or difficult or complicated it may be. —Lauren Groff, author of Florida
The literary lovechild of Carson McCullers and John the Baptist. Phillips has intimately given us an entirely new way of seeing traditional life in small-town America. —Rebecca Lee, author of Bobcat and Other Stories
Brimming with dark and romantic details, the sorts of things that only a vigilant witness would note. —Amanda Petrusich, The New Yorker
Like me, I’m sure you will also feel like you’re sitting on a porch listening to these stories, knowing they’re being told to you out of necessity from an urgent and generous place. —Steven Dunn, author of Water & Power
Phillips is working in Denis Johnson territory, or maybe Howard Finster territory, in these stories, bringing us the news we can sense but never quite see. —Wendy Brenner, author of Phone Calls from the Dead
In Sleepovers, Ashleigh Bryant Phillips gives us a book that’s so much more than a story collection. It’s a wild place we haven’t been to before. And it isn’t the South, or rural North Carolina, but a brand new place we can call ‘Ashleigh Bryant Phillips.’ This book is haunted. —Scott McClanahan, The Sarah Book
Sleepovers is told with the excitement and candor you associate with the word, exploring how community mends the banally mauled among us. —Michael Mungiello, Full Stop
Imagine you are on a trip through the Carolinas. Strangers at bus stations, breakfast counters, roadhouses all tell you stories, some long, some short, some lucid, some loony. This is the experience of reading Ashleigh Bryant Phillips’s debut collection, Sleepovers. Narrators confess, reminisce, and gossip with an openness and assumed absolution. —Lauren Kane, The Paris Review
A quietly radical book of short stories. The text feels as if it is vibrating off the page, is being read too you, like some kind of secret transmission. —Nicholas Rhys, Heavy Feather Review