At the Washington Post, the headline on Ron Charles’s review says it all: “A brilliant novel – for the dedicated reader.”
Over on the West Coast, at the Los Angeles Times, David L Ulin reckons the novel traces ”an inner landscape that we all know because it is ours also: intractable, transient, by turns defining and elusive, as “[w]e wait for an experience large or brutal enough to disturb it or break it open completely, but this moment never arrives.”
In the magazines, Ruth Franklin in the New Republic sees Smith as being on an “endless and endlessly interesting journey toward an identity as a writer”.
Online, in the Barnes and Noble Review, Sarah L Courteau concludes that Smith is “a rare breed: a novelist whose work as a critic has improved her fiction”.
In the Toronto Globe and Mail, Lisa Moore says “Smith offers an experiment in form that refuses to tidy itself up before it heads out onto the streets”. She makes a nice MIA reference along the way, too.