«A master of the short story, Kjell Askildsen's unadorned style is not so much concerned with the manipulation of plotlines as with the manipulation of the reader's feelings and allegiances, with the presentation of characters as people, real people, people so like us that it's creepy, uncanny.»

Becky McMullan, Electric Literature

«Reading Askildsen is like falling in love with someone you know will hurt you ... hypnotically alluring»

Expressen, Sweden

«One of the great storytellers of the human soul»

ABC, Spain

«Kjell Askildsen has a completely unique ability to write low-key tension between people, razor-sharp and often chamber-like stories that hit you with relentless certainty.»

Sindre Hovdenakk, Verdens Gang, Norway

«Askildsen, who has translated works by Brecht, similarly shines a spotlight on his characters, and that light is alienating and unforgiving, illuminating selfishness and stagnant relationships.»

Literateur

«Stark, minimalist stories, translated from Norwegian, about characters hungry for more than life has delivered»

The New York Times

«Relentlessly weird in the best possible way»

Zakia Uddin, The White Review

«Askildsen's dry, absurd humour is not unlike that of Beckett... His short stories are packed with irony, and the dialogue is sharp and expressive»

TLS

«Offers stark portraits of male sexuality and familial dysfunction that are full of compelling strangeness. Lives surge through a few brittle pages, suppressed loves and resentments threaten to erupt. Characters are rarely isolated but their loneliness is palpable as they steal time in the shadows. Names recur throughout the book so the reader tries to connect people with events, but it's the loose ends which draw you back to these taut dramas»

Independent