While Van Alst's stories are gripping in their unfiltered and unforgiving realism, it is their style that serves as the focal point of the collection. Prose becomes poetry in the way Van Alst renders lines of exposition and dialogue, many having the look and sound of song lyrics.--Douglas Powell, Concho River Review

A masterpiece of Native American literature and of working-class letters in general.--CounterPunch

A masterpiece of Native American literature and of working-class letters in general.--CounterPunch

Making a character like Teddy, who inhabits his world fully and also chafes against the confines of that world's edges, does important, necessary work in pushing against stereotype. By writing with such precision about urban Native and non-Native characters, kids in gangs, kids who grow up to join the Navy and to quote scholars and parse Bible passages, Van Alst delivers an important, thoughtful first book of fiction.--Waxwing

The combination of authenticity, poetic musings, and gritty realism in the author's voice makes this book extraordinary.--Tillie Olsen Award for Creative Writing

Irreverent, voice-driven, and deeply emotional. . . . Van Alst never sacrifices the pleasures of a good read to any kind of agenda, and his deadly dark sense of humor and the joy he takes in language itself shine from every page.--Chicago Tribune

A powerful debut . . . that defies stereotypes through its raw and personal tales. The writing in Sacred Smokes is beautifully poetic, and each story is fluidly connected by its impactful prose and insightful observations.--Shepherd Express (Milwaukee)

These stories will take you on a journey.--Erika T. Wurth, BuzzFeed News

Sacred Smokes is a raw and gritty coming-of-age story that will make you laugh, cry, and feel the pain of growing up Native in the big city of Chicago.--Lakota Country Times

It is fashionable in book reviews to praise an author's prose as 'luminous' or 'lyrical' or 'riveting,' but the language in Van Alst's text goes beyond such descriptors. It generates heat and light. It is electric, forceful, magnetic--though often coolly understated. Like city neon or the third rail of the elevated train . . . the prose spits sparks that weld the read to the page.--Studies in American Indian Literatures (SAIL)