Beckett has compressed his spare style to neutron star density. His words cluster together like crystal formations, cemented into patterns of rhythm and alliteration. . . . The most intense statement yet of its author's vision, this work focuses to a pinpoint one of the great sensibilities in modern world literature. –
Washington Post This is the most wonderful prose I have ever read by him–sleek, ironic, gloom-cadenced, self-dissolving–and perhaps the most wonderful prose I have ever read. –
Los Angeles Times