Tripticks

"Quin's spare prose line--delphic, obscure and hauntingly suggestive--creates a comparably vertiginous kind of enchantment. To submit to this unique book's spell is to experience, in language, a 'fantastic dance of images, shapes, forms.'" --Sam Sack, Wall Street Journal

"Quin works over a small area with the finest of tools. Every page, every word gives evidence of her care and workmanship." --New York Times

"Quin's prose never falters; it's stunning." --Paris Review

"Quin was a writer ahead of her time." --Publishers Weekly

"Vividly intense and almost palpably immediate." --Irish Times

"Quin uses carefully crafted imagery to stimulate the reader's subconscious." --Booklist

"Quin tosses out hefty dashes of mordant humour and caustic wit." --Library Journal

"I suspect that Ann Quin will eventually be viewed, alongside B. S. Johnson and Alexander Trocchi, as one of the few mid-century British novelists who actually, in the long term, matter." --Tom McCarthy

"Ann Quin is a master painter of interiors, of voices that mosaic as they catch the light at strange, stirring angles." --Chloe Aridjis

"Quin's militant refusal to compromise flavours her writing: you either take her on her own terms, or not at all. Richer and stranger than the satisfactions of mainstream fiction." --Jonathan Coe

"Quin understood she was on to something new." --Deborah Levy

"One of our greatest ever novelists. Ann Quin's was a new British working-class voice that had not been heard before: it was artistic, modern, and--dare I say it--ultimately European." --Lee Rourke

"One of Britain's most adventurous post-war writers. Psychologically dark and sexually daring." --Juliet Jacques

"Rare enough is a book that begins by stating its intention--rarer still one that proceeds to do seemingly everything it can to avoid following the path its intention has laid." --Danielle Dutton