This year's best gift book, for a crazy person you really, really like.... It's a funny, sick, morally stimulating mind-bender, the best bathroom book of the new decade. -- Dwight Garner - New York Times
Starred review. Taken cumulatively, Shrigley's comic illustrations and words have the effect of a miraculous mental booster drug. -- Publishers Weekly
Shrigley's bold-lined drawings which at first may appear like crude Sharpie doodles, are intentionally heavy-handed and display the artist's observations on what is a crude world. Often laugh-out-loud hilarious and occasionally mildly disturbing... -- Chicago Pipeline
At once skillfully crafted and playfully satirical....[Shrigley is] a master of quirk....What the Hell Are You Doing [is] filled with even more of his idiosyncratic genius. -- Black Book
With his text-heavy, inked figures and mordant sensibility, David Shrigley could be reductively described as the British Raymond Pettibon. But Shrigley's use of outside-art non-technique can radiate a lovable coyness as much as it does caustic bite....His new visual-art compilation, What the Hell Are You Doing?...functions well as both introduction and encapsulation of Shrigley's wonderfully askew faux-naive vision. -- Stephen Gossett - Flavorpill
The work of David Shrigley is sort of everything you could ever ask from scratchy line drawings, and a whole lot more....It's weird and spastic, and uncomfortable, and savage, and profound, and somehow tender, behind all that. -- Flavorwire
Shrigley's work is hard to peg down....It's simple yet brilliant. But one thing that is always consistent-Shrigley's stuff is always hilarious. -- Largehearted Boy
It is useless, attempting to categorize David Shrigley as an artist. His work has a free and easy feel, a rough-draft quality reinforced by his imprecise lines and habit of marking textual errors in finished pieces....Shrigley's work is by turns playful, caustic, and grotesque-even, at times, incisive-but each of these distinct tones comes across as genuine. -- John McIntyre - The Rumpus
With a casual gesture Shrigley points to that hideous shape whose name I've never known-and then he names it. . . . I'm laughing while frantically searching for a pen, so desperate to capture the feeling he has unearthed in me. -- Miranda July
