“Fante is a brilliantly economical stylist, but what really makes the book is its refusal to take a moral stand; ending as it began, sad, bitter, yet somehow infused with hope.” - The Face
“[Dan Fante] is always intense and harrowing, occasionally titillating, and sometimes even funny.” - Los Angeles Times
“A truly great American novel.” - Scotland on Sunday
“Dan Fante’s novel does an excellent job of delivering this tale of depraved despair with a steady one-two-punch rhythm that hurts like hell while still being impossible to put down.” - Sacramento Book Review
“Dan Fante, son of the late John, is very much a chip off the old block, which means writing in a pared down, realist style about ordinary low-level life, and drinking lots. . . . Highly recommended.” - Time Out London
“Fante makes you understand awfulness.” - The Guardian
“Evokes brutally and skillfully the violently numb condition of his alter ego.” - The Times (London)
“As we trawl with him through deadbeat and dead-end jobs, this unsettling novel is haunted by the spectre of Charles Bukowski.” - The Times (London)
“Moments which brush the genius of Bukowski and Hubert Selby.” - Elle (France)
“It gives an honest misfit’s view of America far too few know.” - John Fowles