"Addictive and fun...one original and unpretentious and funny sentence after another...very smart and very funny, a slangy, brainy, expletive-laden, occasionally touching pleasure to read from the first page to the last."
–Adelle Waldman, New York Times Book Review "Lipsyte's experiment in hard-boiled hardcore manages to take its self-imposed conventions somewhere more playful and less pointlessly nostalgic than have similar genre exercises by his contemporaries...More dramatically than even Thomas Pynchon, who had to invent a vertically integrated crime syndicate with
Inherent Vice's Golden Fang, Lipsyte has updated the detective novel for the billionaire era."
–Lisa Borst, Bookforum "That rare thing: a satiric crime novel that doesn't forsake story for style. It is tightly plotted and pleasingly twisty...To reveal the satisfying resolution would be a crime in itself."
–Marc Weingarten, Los Angeles Times "A darkly funny punk noir...Lipsyte's eye for detail and ear for dialogue keep the story rolling at a fabulously funny clip."
–Cat Auer, The AV Club "Reading this book is like being duct-taped to a chair with wheels and shoved down a steep hill into eight lanes of oncoming traffic. In other words: MY IDEAL READING EXPERIENCE. But it's more than just the thrills, laughs, and surprises that come with having mad storytelling skills; Sam's affection for his characters–and the unusual ways they express that affection for each other–give it a warped sincerity that really resonates. That's fancy talk for I dug this book big time."
–Steven Soderbergh "Another fantastic gem from Sam Lipsyte with his numerous gifts on full display–comedy, heart and heartbreak, effortless prose, wonderful dialogue–all wrapped up in an East Village whodunnit, circa 1993, which gives the novel an aura of the elegiac, a glimpse into the cultural past that also serves as a mirror–or a warning–to the present."
–Jonathan Ames, author of A Man Named Doll "I love this book so much. It's a hate-love letter to a bad time, but it's our bad time."
–James Murphy "A flaming truckload of humor, wit, and joy...A badass book with brains, wit, moral decay, and radical outrage to spare."
–Kirkus Reviews (starred review) "With
No One Left to Come Looking for You, Sam Lipsyte has written a novel firmly in the noir tradition and fused it with satire in such a way that he makes pairing crime fiction with comedy seem as natural as pairing a Gibson Les Paul with a Marshall stack...[A] twisty caper, a reverberant period piece and an affectionate parody of the youthful quest for authenticity."
–Nell Beram, Shelf Awareness