One of the most twisted and arresting debuts since Iain Banks' The Wasp Factory, with its intensely scripted story narrated by a dubious madman. Lloyd has the capacity to disturb without conscience, taking the reader into a fearsome mind and then letting all hell erupt. It is truly a remarkably disturbing experience.
Deliciously macabre . . . The gradual unravelling of [Erskine's] myth-making as he returns to his childhood home after 30 years lends suspense to this ribald verbal feast
Lloyd is a lapdancer of a writer . . . damn nasty, and all the better for that
Startlingly lovely prose . . . It's faultless . . . Lloyd carries it off by that simplest of expedients - being brilliant.
Lloyd teases mercilessly, coyly leading one to a conclusion as dreaded as it is desired.
The skill of Lloyd's writing makes it a real page-turner, a truly promising debut.