"Here is the author peering out at the reader through eyes stuck on taxidermied beasts, through starlit bars, from the distant clade, and what he sees are creature zoos and men zoos, Auschwitzes for big cats and would-be modern romancers, vivid with detail. I picture Callan swinging from the dead limbs of giant trees he has stuffed into the creepy nocturnal house where he pens his tender bavardage, all his wonderful lines -- movies within stories, trailer park standoffs, creatures and freaks, all in a slow-motion butcher god gallop to the finish."
- Colin Gee, author of The Penult